XII.
_And now the kindling Orbs on high All Nature’s mournful End proclaim; When thy great WORK, (Alas!) must die, And feed the rich victorious Flame: Give Vigour to the wasting fire, And with the World TOO SOON expire._
_And now the kindling Orbs on high All Nature’s mournful End proclaim; When thy great WORK, (Alas!) must die, And feed the rich victorious Flame: Give Vigour to the wasting fire, And with the World TOO SOON expire._