THINK not some knowledge rests with thee alone. To swell the mighty storehouse of things known. In vain the sea expostulates and raves; BLANCO WHITE. TO NIGHT. MYSTERIOUS Night! when our first | And lo! creation widened in man's parent knew view. Thee from report divine, and heard | Who could have thought such dark ness lay concealed Within thy beams, O Sun! or who could find, While fly, and leaf, and insect lay revealed, That to such countless orbs thou madest us blind! Why do we, then, shun Death with anxious strife ?— |