The Mid-Night Thought. Nahum Tate 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. Tate, Nahum, c. 1652-1715. Poems by N. Tate. London Printed by T.M. for Benj. Tooke ... 1677 pp. 111-112. [15],133p.

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The Mid-Night Thought . NOw that the twinkling stars Essay A Faint Resemblance of the Day , Shewn fairer now for being beset With Night ( like Diamonds in jett ) Let me Repos'd within this Grove , The Solemn season There Improve . Restless alas ! from Sun to Sun , A Round of Business I have run : Whilst others slept projecting Lay , Yet since I THOUGHT how many a day ! How long since I did meditate Of Life , of Death , and Future state ? Approaching Fate his Pace will keep , Let Mortalls Watch , or let them Sleep . What Sound is That ? — a Passing Bell ! Then to Eternity Farewell ! Poor Soul , Thou'rt at thy Crisis now , And one short Hour thy Doom shall show , Eternall Bliss , or endless Woe ! If Virtue's Lore Thou hast despiz'd , How Wou'd That Virtue now be priz'd ! Or say , Thou didst in our Loose Age , On her forsaken Side Engage , Wouldst Thou the dear Remembrance now , For the Worlds Monarchie Forgoe ? What other Medicine canst Thou find T'asswage the Feavour in thy mind ? Now Wakened Conscience speaks at Large , And envious Fiends inhance the Charge ! Let the bold Atheist now draw neer , Thy chill and drooping spirits to cheer ; His Briskest Wine and Witt to Thee Will now alike Insipid be ! Where is the Lawless Hectring Brave That from th' Arrest of Death can save ? Wh ' Attempt a Rescue Here , will fail , And this grim Serjeant takes no Bail.