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and  as they in turn appear;
and  which, without a crime,
Can't be omitted in accounts of time,
Or, if omitted, (proof we might afford)
Worthy by Parliaments to be restor'd;
The  which, drest by turns in black and white,
Ordain'd as Handmaids, wait on Day and Night;
The  those hours I mean, when Light presides,
And BUSINESS in a cart with PRUDENCE rides;
The  those hours I mean with darkness hung,
When Sense speaks free, and Folly holds her tongue;
The  when Nature, rousing from her strife
With death-like sleep, awakes to second life;
The  when, as unequal to the task,
She mercy from her foe descends to ask;
The  in which Six days are kindly given
To think of Earth, and One to think of Heaven;
The  twelve Sisters, all of diff'rent hue,
Tho' there appears in all a likeness too,
Not such a likeness, as, thro' HAYMAN's works,
Dull Mannerist, in Christians, Jews, and Turks,
Cloys with a sameness in each female face,
But a strange Something, born of Art and Grace,
Which speaks them All, to vary and adorn,
At diff'rent times of the same Parents born;
All, One and All, shall in this Chorus join,
And, dumb to others 'praise, be loud in Mine.