![]() In the cold time, in long and crowded flock,įrom here to there, from low to high, it leads Their reason who subject unto their will.Īnd as the starlings spread their wings aloft Were carnal sinners made to drink their fill, No hope ever comforts them, not of rest, but even of less pain. Hither, thither, down, up, it leads them. I learnt that to such torment doomed the carnal sinners, who subject reason to lust.Īnd as their wings bear along the starlings, at the cold season, in large and crowded troop: so that blast, the evil spirits If not of rest, of milder sufferance bring. Nor aught to comfort them may soothing hope. Now up, now down, now this, now that way fling So doth those guilty souls the whirlwind's reel Some winter's day float wide upon the wing. Who to their passion have their reason bent.Īnd like as starlings in their aery wheel How framed with sinners in the flesh to deal It drives them: hope of rest to solace them So bears the tyrannous gust those evil souls. The starlings on their wings are borne abroad The carnal sinners are condemn'd, in whom Nor respite of their cares rest they, nor refuge knowįrom the resistless storm that never ends. With its full freight the hurricane descends: Then, in long eddies, like the swallowing tide, The phantoms fleet, in airy tumult borne. Who the still voice of reason held in scorn Īnd as a flight of starlings wing their way, Soft pleasure's vot'ries in the world above, These were the hapless slaves of lawless love, They have no hope of ever being releas'd: So does the Storm these wretched Spirits drive,įrom 'bove, below, and ev'ry side around. Of cold, take wing, and gather in thick clouds, Their reason by their Passion being subdued.Īnd as the Birds, who at the first approach Were condemn'd to them for their carnal Sins, Those who such torments suffered, I learnt,
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