WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT IN A THUNDER STORM. Elizabeth Carter Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T116245 1122 K093079.001 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. I. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 160-161. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT IN A THUNDER STORM . BY THE SAME . LET coward Guilt with pallid Fear , To sheltering caverns fly , And justly dread the vengeful Fate That thunders thro' the sky ; Protected by that hand , whose law The threatening storms obey , Intrepid Virtue smiles secure , As in the blaze of day . In the thick clouds tremendous gloom , The lightnings lurid glare , It views the same all-gracious power That breathes the vernal air . Thro' Nature's ever-varying scene , By different ways pursued , The one eternal end of heaven Is universal good . With like beneficent effect O'er flaming Aether glows , As when it tunes the linnet's voice , Or blushes in the rose . By Reason taught to scorn those fear , That vulgar minds molest ; Let no fantastic terrors break My dear Narcissa's rest . Thy life may all the tenderest care Of Providence defend ; And delegated angels round Their guardian wings extend . When , thro' creation's vast expanse , The last dread thunders roll , Untune the concord of the spheres , And shake the rising soul ; Unmov'd may'st thou the final storm Of jarring worlds survey , That ushers in the glad serene Of everlasting day .