II.

_The Sun is set e'er Noon arrived,
Sad Glooms around me spread,
No flowing Joys the Lad surviv'd,
He's now rang'd with the Dead._


III.

SEMPRONIUS _Dear, where are ye stole?
Could I but find thee strait,
I'd cut the Thread of Life my Soul
On thy bless'd Shade would wait._


IV.

_If to th' infernal Regions, Woe,_
SEMPRONIUS _is confin'd;
His Ghost I'll trace, persue below
To ease my tortur'd Mind._


V.

_I still in vain, alas! prepare
In vain I strive to sleep;
My Breast is fill'd with deadly Care