Which now the sky with various face begins
To show us in this mountain; while the winds 1065
Blow moist and keen, shattering the graceful locks
Of these fair spreading trees, which bids us seek
Some better shroud, some better warmth to cherish
Our limbs benumb’d, ere this diurnal star
Leave cold the night, how we his gather'd beams
Reflected may with matter sere foment;
Or by collision of two bodies grind
The air attrite to fire, as late the clouds
Justling or push'd with winds rude in their shock
Tine the slant lightning, whose thwart flame driv'n
Kindles the gummy bark of fir or pine,
And sends a comfortable heat from far,
Which might supply the sun.
Such fire to use,
And what may else be remedy or cure
To evils which our own misdeeds have wrought,
He will instruct us praying, and of grace
Beseeching him, so as we need not fear
To pass commodiously this life, sustaind
By him with many comforts, till we end
In dust, our final rest and native home.
What better can we do, than, to the place
Repairing where he judg'd us, prostrate fall
1071 foment] Virg. Æn. i. 175.
‘Suscepitque ignem foliis, atque arida circum
Nutrimenta dedit, rapuitque in fomite flammam. Hume. 1073 fire) •Be tired with holy fire.' Quarles's Emblems p. 293. 1076 or pine] Fenton and Bentley read and pine.'