And _G----h_, tho _barren_ is his _Theme_ and _mean_,
By this has _reach'd_ at least the fam'd _Lutrine_.
If _tir'd_ with such a plenteous _Feast_ you call
For a far meaner _Banquet_, _Meal_ and _Wall_;
The _best_ I have is _yours_, tho 'tis too _long_,
And what's behind will into _Corners_ throng.
A _Place_ there is, if _Place_ 'tis nam'd aright, }
Where scatter'd _Rays_ of pale and sickly _Light_, }
Fringe o'er the _Confines_ of _Eternal Night_. }
_Shorn_ of their _Beams_ the _Sun_ and _Phoebe_ here 830
Like the _fix'd Stars_, through _Glasses_ view'd, appear;
Or those faint _Seeds of Light_, which just display
Ambiguous Splendor round the _milky Way_;
The _Waste_ of _Chaos_, whose _Auguster_ Reign
Does those more barren doubtful Realms disdain:
Here dwell those _hideous Forms_ which oft repair }
To breath our upper _World's_ more _chearful_ Air }
Bleak _Envy_, grinding _Pain_, and meagre _Care_; }
_Disease_ and _Death_, the _Goddess_ of the _place_,
_Death_, the _least frightful Form of all their Race_; 840
_Ambition, Pride_, false _Joys_ and _Hopes_ as vain,
_Lewdness_ and _Luxury_ compose her Train:
How large their _Interest_, and how vast their _Sway_
Amid the wide invaded Realms of _Day_!
Soon would they our frail Race of _Mortals_ end,
Did not kind _Heav'n_ auspicious _Succours_ lend;
Sweet _Angel-Forms, Peace, Virtue, Health_ and _Love_,
How near ally'd, how like to those _above_!
These often drive the _Air_, those _Furies_ chace
And fetter in their own _infernal Place_: 850