"Instant my Sense return'd, restor'd and whole, / To re-possess its empire of the soul. / So, when o'er Phoebus low-hung clouds prevail, / Sleep on each hill, and sadden ev'ry dale; / Sudden, up-springing from the north, invades / A purging wind, which first disturbs the shades; / Thins the black phalanx; till with fury driv'n / Swift disappears the flying wreck of heav'n: / To its own native blue the sky refines, / And the sun's orb with double radiance shines."
Boetius: Or, The Upright Statesman. A Supposed Epistle from Boetius to his Wife Rusticiana [from The Amaranth: Or, Religious Poems]
Only 1 entry in ECCO and ESTC (1767).<br>
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Walter Harte, <u>The Amaranth: Or, Religious Poems; Consisting of Fables, Visions, Emblems, &c.</u> (London and Bath: Robinson, Roberts, and W. Frederick, 1767). </u> &lt;<a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=49sHAAAAQAAJ">Link to Google Books</a>&gt;&lt;<a href="http://estc.bl.uk/T153838">Link to ESTC</a>&gt;