Identifier: nightthoughts00youn (find matches)
Title: Night thoughts
Year: 1798 (1790s)
Authors: Young, Edward, 1683-1765
Subjects: Young, Edward, 1683-1765 English poetry Death
Publisher: London : Printed by C. Whittingham for T. Heptinstall
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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the bounding grain. A language, worthy the great Mind, that speaks! Preface, and comment, to the sacred page! Which oft refers its reader to the skies, As pre-supposing his first lesson there, 1670 And scripture-self a fragment, that unread. Stupendous book of wisdom, to the wise! Stupendous book! and opend, Night! by thee. By thee much opend, I confess, O Night!Yet more I wish; but how shall I prevail? 1675 Say, gentle Night! whose modest, maiden beamsGive us a new creation, and presentThe worlds great picture softend to the sight;Nay, kinder far, far more indulgent still,Say, thou, whose mild dominions silver key 1680Unlocks our hemisphere, and sets to viewWorlds beyond number; worlds conceald by dayBehind the proud and envious star of noon!Canst thou not draw a deeper scene ?—-And shewThe mighty Potentate, to whom belong 1685 These rich regalia pompously displaydTo kindle that high hope? Like him of Uz,I gaze around; I search on every side—O for a glimpse of Him my soul adores!
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