Fruit of thy womb: On me the curse aslope Glanced on the ground; with labour I must earn My bread; what harm? Idleness had been worse; My labour will sustain me; and, lest cold Or heat should injure us, his timely care Hath, unbesought, provided; and his hands Clothed us unworthy, pitying while he judged; How much more, if we pray him, will his ear Be open, and his heart to pity incline, And teach us further by what means to shun The inclement seasons, rain, ice, hail, and snow! Which now the sky, with various face, begins To show us in this mountain; while the winds Blow moist and keen, shattering the graceful locks Of these fair spreading trees; which bids us seek Some better shroud, some better warmth to cherish Our limbs benumb'd, ere this diurnal star
Leave cold the night, how we his gather'd beams Reflected may with matter sere foment; Or, by collision of two bodies, grind
The air attrite to fire; as late the clouds
Justling, or push'd with winds, rude in their shock, Tine the slant lightning; whose thwart flame, driven down,
Kindles the gummy bark of fir or pine;
And sends a comfortable heat from far,
Which might supply the sun: such fire to use, And what may else be remedy or cure
To evils which our own misdeeds have wrought, He will instruct us praying, and of grace Beseeching him; so as we need not fear
To pass commodiously this life, sustain'd By him with many comforts, till we end In dust, our final rest, and native home. What better can we do, than to the place Repairing where he judged us, prostrate fall Before him reverent; and there confess
Humbly our faults, and pardon beg; with tears Watering the ground, and with our sighs the air Frequenting, send from hearts contrite, in sign Of sorrow unfeign'd, and humiliation meek? Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn
From his displeasure; in whose looks serene, When angry most he seem'd and most severe, What else but favour, grace, and mercy shone? So spake our father penitent; nor Eve Felt less remorse: they, forthwith to the place Repairing where he judged them, prostrate fell Before him reverent; and both confess'd
Humbly their faults, and pardon begg'd: with tears Watering the ground, and with their sighs the air Frequenting, sent from hearts contrite, in sign Of sorrow unfeign'd and humiliation meek.
apare commofonsiv dus life, sastain'i dry host with sdong curlins, till we end „Pe dust, phus Hou) rok, and xative Lome.s What better es we do, than to the place, Heparing where he judged us, prostrate fall Betaze fum reseventy and there confies ffwcbly our fugla, bord maydon bog; with tears Watering Se ground, and with our sighs the air Frequenting, sed from hearts contrite, in sign Of screw unloa'd, and humiliation meek! Undonhtedly be will relent, and turn
From kje displeasure, in whose looks asieno, When angry short he semld and most apvere, What algo bat fatour, grace, and mercy shope? So so aku per fattice penitent; nor Wres Fott lens verslame : they, forthwith to the place Montabout when he judged them, prostrate fell Aumont; and both confess'd'
Markos, turd pardon bugg'd; with tears yezid, and with their sighs the air diuarta contrite, in sign
Ygx'd kind lundibation meck,
Down from a hill the beast that reigns in woods, First hunter then,pursu'd a gentle brace, Goodliest of all the forest, hart and hind:
DRAWN BY RICHARD WESTALL,R. A. ENGRAVED BY CHARLES ROLLS. PUBLISHED BY JOHN SHARPE, LONDON.
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