Henry King - Being waked out of my sleep by a snuff of Candle which offended me, I thus thoughtHenry King - Being waked out of my sleep by a snuff of Candle which offended me, I thus thought
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Perhaps `twas but conceit. Erroneous sence!
Thou art thine own distemper and offence.
Imagine then, that sick unwholsom steam
Was thy corruption breath`d into a dream.
Nor is it strange, when we in charnells dwell,
That all our thoughts of earth and frailty smell.
Man is a Candle, whose unhappy light
Burns in the day, and smothers in the night.
And as you see the dying taper waste,
By such degrees does he to darkness haste.
Here is the diff`rence: When our bodies lamps
Blinded by age, or choakt with mortall damps,
Now faint and dim and sickly `gin to wink,
And in their hollow sockets lowly sink;
When all our vital fires ceasing to burn,
Leave nought but snuff and ashes in our Urn:
God will restore those fallen lights again,
And kindle them to an Eternal flame.
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