From wave to wave of fancied misery
At random drove, her helm of reason lost.
Though now restored, 'tis only change of
pain-

A bitter change!-severer for severe:
The day too short for my distress; and
night,

Even in the zenith of her dark domain,
Is sunshine to the color of my fate.

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And from each scene the noblest truths inspire.

Nor less inspire my conduct than my song;
Teach my best reason, reason; my best
will

Teach rectitude; and fix my firm resolve 50
Wisdom to wed, and pay her long arrear.
Nor let the phial of thy vengeance,
poured

Night, sable goddess, from her ebon❘ On this devoted head, be poured in vain.