424 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1758.
Hard by a venerable pried,
Rib'n with his God, the Sun, from reft.
Began his morning fong ; Thrice he conjur'd the murrn'ring flreanj. The birih of iouls was all his theme.
And half divine his tongue.
5. He fang th' eternal rolling flame. That vita] mafs that's ftill the faire.
Does all our minds compofe; "Whence fhap'd in twice ten thoufand frames. Whence differing fouls of d fferent names
And different paflions role.
6.
The mighty Pow'r that form'd the mind. One mould for ev'ry two delign'd ;
Then bleft the new-born pair : This be a match for this, he faid : Then down he fent the fouls he made.
To feek them bodies here.
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But parting from their warm abodes. They lolt their fellows on the roads.
And never join'd their hands ; O cruel chance, and crofiing Fates ! Our Eaftern fouls have loft their mate«
On Europe's barbarous lands.
8. Thus fung the wond'rous Indian bard; My lill'ning ear attentive heard ;
WhiJft Ganges ceas'd to flow; Sure then, faid i, could J but fee The gentle Nymph that twin'd with mc,
I might be happy too.
9. Some courteous angel tell mc where. What dillant lands the unknown fair.
Or di.iant feas detain: Swift as the wheel of nature rolls, I'd fly to meet and mingle fouls.
And wear the joyful chain.
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