Oft have I laid the Awful  by,
And the sweet  with Impatient Eye
To see those Walls, pay the sad Visit there,
And drop the Tribute of an hourly Tear:
Still I behold some Melancholy Scene,
With many a Pensive Thought, and many a Sigh between.
Two Days ago we took the Evening Air,
I, and my Grief, and my  there;
Say, my  how the Western Sun
Broke from Black Clouds, and in full Glory shone
Gilding the Roof, then dropt into the Sea,
And sudden Night devour'd the sweet remains of Day
Thus the dear Youth just rear'd his shining Head
From Obscure Shades of Life, and sunk among the Dead.
The rising Sun adorn'd with all his Light
Smiles on these Walls again: But endless Night
Reigns uncontroul'd where the dear  lies,
He's set for ever, and must never rise.
Then why these Beams, Unseasonable Star,
These lightsome Smiles descending from afar
To greet a Mourning House? In vain the Day
Breaks thro' the Windows with a joyful Ray,
And marks a shining Path along the Floors
Bounding the Evening and the Morning Hours;
In vain it bounds 'em: While vast Emptiness
And hollow Silence reigns thro' all the Place,
Nor heeds the cheerful change of Nature's Face.
Yet Natures Wheels will on without controul,
The Sun will rise, the tuneful Spheres will roll,
And the two Nightly  walk round and watch the Pole.