POETRY. 1071 
Vex’d with complaints so dire, so new, 
What then could our first parents do ? 
For dar’d they with pollution vile, 
The bright empyreal seats defile? 
At length some angel saw their grief, 
And, pitying, brought the wish’d relief. 
Said he—‘* To yon small planet run, 
Which crab-like sidles round the’sun, 
That is than all the rest much worse, 
The jakes of this vast universe !” 
Here, then, they came—but now polluted, 
This place their alter’d nature suited ; 
So here remained the foolish elves, 
» And soon got children—like themselves *. 
* These verses will be understood as intended to ridicule profound inquiries 
to subjects above human comprehension, and also to convey a moral lesson for 
man pride. 
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