And thus thro' Mists we see the Sun, These silver drops, like morning dew, The Baby in those sunny Spheres That Heav'n, the threaten'd world to spare, Else might th' ambitious Nymph aspire, 10 15 |
And thus thro' Mists we see the Sun, These silver drops, like morning dew, The Baby in those sunny Spheres That Heav'n, the threaten'd world to spare, Else might th' ambitious Nymph aspire, 10 15 |