Let plausive resignation rise, And banish all complaint; All virtues thronging into one, It finishes the saint; Makes the man bless'd, as man can be; Life's labours renders light; Darts beams through fate's incumbent gloom, And lights our sun by night; 'T is nature's brightest ornament, The richest gift of grace, Rival of angels, and supreme Proprietor of peace; Nay, peace beyond, no small degree Of rapture 't will impart; Know, madam!
"The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Volume 2"
Edward Young
