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Anne Kingsmill Finch - ConsolationAnne Kingsmill Finch - Consolation
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See, Phoebus breaking from the willing skies, See, how the soaring Lark, does with him rise, And through the air, is such a journey borne As if she never thought of a return. Now, to his noon, behold him proudly goe, And look with scorn, on all that`s great below. A Monark he, and ruler of the day, A fav`rite She, that in his beams does play. Glorious, and high, but shall they ever bee, Glorious, and high, and fixt where now we see? No, both must fall, nor can their stations keep, She to the Earth, and he below the Deep, At night both fall, but the swift hand of time Renews the morning, and again they climb, Then let no cloudy change, create my sorrow, I`ll think `tis night, and I may rise to-morrow.
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