SAMSON AGONISTES. And proves the fource of all my rniferies ; So many, and fo huge, that each apart 6g Would afk a life to wail, but chief of all, 0 lots of fight, of thee I moll complain ! Blind among enemies, 0 work than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age ! Light the prime work of God to me' is extinl, 70 And all her various objects of delight Annull'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd, Inferior to the vileft now become Of man or worm ; the vilett here excel me, They creep, yet fee, I dark in light expos'd 75 To daily fraud, contempt, abufe and wrong, Within doors, or without, ftill as a fool, In pow'r of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I feem to live, dead more than half, O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipfe Without all hope of day ! firft created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all ; Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree ? The fun to me is dark And filent as the moon, When the deferts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Since light fb neceffary is to life, And almott life itfelf, if it be true That light is in the foul, She all in every part ; why was the fight To fuch a tender ball as th' eye confin'd, So obvious and fo ealy to be quench'd ? 95 And not as feeling through, all parts diffus'd, That the might look at will through every pore ? Then had I not been thus exil'd from light,
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