VIII.
_As Nature’s Doom you thus impart, The moving Scene we scarce endure; But, shrinking, ask our anxious Heart, If on our Earth we tread secure? Whose Fate, unmov’d, as you persue, We start and tremble but to view_.
_As Nature’s Doom you thus impart, The moving Scene we scarce endure; But, shrinking, ask our anxious Heart, If on our Earth we tread secure? Whose Fate, unmov’d, as you persue, We start and tremble but to view_.