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A noontide shadow, and a midnight dream; Select from vulgar herds, with garlands gay,
They breathe the flute, or strike the vocal wire.
Chanting, by just return, the holy song.
-The anxious king came last.
“Father of Heaven!” I said, “and Judge of The spirit only from the body fled ;
The various creatures move, and live, and are ; Conscious of joy, and capable of pain ?
But ceasing once that care, withdrawn that power, And, if her acts have been directed well,
They move, (alas !) and live, and are no more: While with her friendly clay she deign’d to dwell, Omniscient Master, omnipresent King, Shall she with safety reach her pristine seat ? To thee, to thee, my last distress I bring. Find her rest endless, and her bliss complete ?
“ Thou, that canst still the raging of the seas, And, while the buried man we idly mourn, Chain up the winds, and bid the tempests cease! Do angels joy to see his better half return? Redeem my shipwreck'd soul from raging gusts But, if she has deform'd this earthly life
Of cruel passion and deceitful lusts : With murderous rapine, and seditious strife, From storms of rage, and dangerous rocks of pride Amaz'd, repuls'd, and by those angels driven Let thy strong hand this little vessel guide From the ethereal seat, and blissful Heaven, (It was thy hand that made it) through the tide In everlasting darkness must she lie,
Impetuous of this life : let thy command Still more unhappy, that she cannot die?
Direct my course, and bring me safe to land !
Glimpse of delight, or pause from anxious woc! And lost ourselves betwixt the future and the past. From Now, from instant Now, great Sire! dispel
These cruel doubts contending in my breast, The clouds that press my soul; from Now reveal
My open thought to joyous prospects raise,
And raise my mind superior to my care. Yet the pursuit, and yet the flight, is vain : Let me, howe'er unable to explain And, while poor Nature labors to be blest, The secret labyrinths of thy ways to man, By day with pleasure, and by night with rest, With humble zeal confess thy awful power; Sorne stronger power eludes our sickly will, Still weeping hope, and wondering still adore: Dashing our rising hope with certain ill; So in my conquest be thy might declar'd, And makes us, with reflective trouble, see
And for thy justice be thy name rever'd." That all is destin'd, which we fancy free. [mind, My prayer scarce ended, a stupendous gloom
" That Power superior then, which rules our Darkens the air; loud thunder shakes the dome. Is his decree by human prayer inclin'd ?
To the beginning miracle succeed Will he for sacrifice our sorrows ease?
An awful silence and religious dread.
Ambrosial odor, such as never flows
What shall amend, or what absolve, our fate? The holy ground is wet with heavenly dews : Annous we hover in a mediale state,
Celestial music (such Jessides' lyre, Betwixt infinity and nothing, bounds,
Such Miriam's timbrel, would in vain require) Or boundless terms, whose doubtful sense confounds. Strikes to my thought through my admiring ear, Inequal thought! whilst all we apprehend With ecstacy too fine, and pleasure hard to bear. Is, that our hopes must rise, our sorrows end, And lo! what sees my ravish'd eye? what feels As our Creator deigns to be our friend."
My wand'ring soul? An opening cloud reveals I said ;-and instant bad the priests prepare
An heavenly form, embodied, and array'd The ritual sacrifice and solemn prayer.
With robes of light. I heard. The angel said :
*Cease, man of woman born, to hope relief Afflicted Israel shall sit weeping down, From daily trouble and continued grief;
Fast by the stream where Babel's waters run; Thy hope of joy deliver to the wind,
Their harps upon the neighboring willows hung, Suppress thy passions, and prepare thy mind; Nor joyous hymn encouraging their tongue, Free and familiar with misfortune grow,
Nor cheerful dance their feet; with toil oppressid, Be us'd to sorrow, and inur'd to woe;
Their wearied limbs aspiring but to rest. By weakening toil and hoary age o'ercome, In the reflective stream the sighing bride, See thy decrease, and hasten to thy tomb; Viewing her charms impair'd, abash'd, shall hide Leave to thy children tumult, strife, and war, Her pensive head; and in her languid face Portions of toil, and legacies of care ;
The bridegroom shall foresee his sickly race, Send the successive ills through ages down, While ponderous fetters vex their close embrace. And let each weeping father tell his son,
With irksome anguish then your priests shall mourn That deeper struck, and more distinctly griev'd, Their long-neglected feasts despair'd return, He must augment the sorrows he receiv'd. And sad oblivion of their solemn days.
“The child to whose success thy hope is bound, Thenceforth their voices they sball only raise, Ere thou art scarce interr’d, or he is crown'd, Louder to weep. By day, your frighted seers To lust of arbitrary sway inclin'd,
Shall call for fountains to express their tears, (That cursed poison to the prince's mind!) And wish their eyes were floods; by night, from Shall from thy dictates and his duty rove,
dreams And lose his great defence, his people's love; Of opening gulfs, black storms, and raging flames, Ill-counsellid, vanquish'd, fugitive, disgrac'd, Starting amaz'd, shall to the people show Shall mourn the fame of Jacob's strength effac'd; Emblems of heavenly wrath, and mystic types of woe. Shall sigh the king diminish'd, and the crown The captives, as their tyrant shall require With lessen'd rays descending to his son; That they should breathe the song, and touch the Shall see the wreaths, his grandsire knew to reap
lyre, By active toil and military sweat,
Shall say : Can Jacob's servile race rejoice, Pining, incline their sickly leaves, and shed Untun'd the music, and disus'd the voice ? Their falling honors from his giddy head; What can we play,' (they shall discourse,) · how sing By arms or prayer unable to assuage
In foreign lands, and to a barbarous king ?
We and our fathers, from our childhood bred
(race, Alas! when we have toil'd the longsome day, “ Hence laboring years shall weep their destin's The fullest bliss our hearts aspire to know Charg'd with ill omens, sullied with disgrace. Is but some interval from active woe, Time, by necessity compell’d, shall go
In broken rest and startling sleep to mourn, Through scenes of war, and epochas of woe. Till morn, the tyrant, and the scourge, return. The empire, lessen'd in a parted stream,
Bred up in grief, can pleasure be our theme? Shall lose its course
Our endless anguish does not Nature claim ?
Alas! with wild amazement we require, And men shall from her ruins know her fame. If idle Folly was not Pleasure's fire ?
“ New Egypts yet and second bonds remain, Madness, we fancy, gave an ill-tim'd birth A harsher Pharaoh, and a heavier chain.
To grinning Laughter, and to frantic Mirth.' Again, obedient to a dire command,
“This is the series of perpetual woe, Thy captive sons shall leave the promis'd land. Which thou, alas! and thine, are born to know. Their name more low, their servitude more vile, Illustrious wretch! repine not, nor reply: Shall on Euphrates' bank renew the grief of Nile. View not what Heaven ordains with Reason's eye; “These pointed spires, that wound the ambient Too bright the object is; the distance is too high. sky,
The man who would resolve the work of Fate, (Inglorious change!) shall in destruction lie May limit number, and make crooked straight: Low, levell’d with the dust ; their heights unknown, Stop thy inquiry then, and curb thy sense, Or measur'd by their ruin. Yonder throne, Nor let dust argue with Omnipotence. For lasting glory built, design'd the seat
'Tis God who must dispose, and man sustain, of kings for ever blest, for ever great,
Born to endure, forbidden to complain. Remov'd by the invader's barbarous hand, Thy sum of life must his decrees fulfil; Shall grace his triumph in a foreign land. What derogates from his command, is ill ; The tyrant shall demand yon sacred load And that alone is good which centres in his will Of gold, and vessels set apart to God,
" Yet, that thy laboring senses may not droop, Then, by vile hands to common use debas'd, Lost to delight, and destitute of hope, Shall send them flowing round his drunken feast, Remark what I, God's messenger, aver With sacrilegious taunt, and impious jest.
From him, who neither can deceive nor err. “Twice fourteen ages shall their way complete ; The land, at length redeem'd, shall cease to mourn Empires by various turns shall rise and set ; Shall from her sad captivity return. While thy abandon'd tribes shall only know Sion shall raise her long-dejected head, A different master, and a change of woe,
And in her courts the law again be read. With down-cast eye-lids, and with looks aghast, Again the glorious temple shall arise, Shall dread the future, or bewail the past. And with new lustre pierce the neighboring skies
The promis'd seat of empire shall again
The squire, whose good grace was to open the Cover the mountain, and command the plain ;
scene, And, from thy race distinguish'd, one shall spring, Seem'd not in great haste that the show should Greater in act than victor, more than king
Derry down, &c.
“What frightens you thus, my good son ?" says No more may man inquire, nor angel know.
the priest : ** Now, Solomon! remembering who thou art, • You murder'd, are sorry, and have been confest." Act through thy remnant life the decent part. "O father! my sorrow will scarce save my bacon; Go forth: be strong : with patience and with care
For 'twas not that I murder'd, but that I was taken." Perform, and suffer: to thyself severe,
Derry down, &c.
“Pugh! pr’ythee ne'er trouble thy head with Thy sum of duty let two words contain ;
such fancies : (O may they graven in thy heart remain !)
Rely on the aid you shall have from Saint Francis: Be humble, and be just." The angel said
If the money you promis'd be brought to the chest, With upward speed his agile wings he spread;
You have only to die: let the church do the rest. Whilst on the holy ground I prostrate lay,
Derry down, &c. By various doubts impellid, or to obey,
“ And what will folks say, if they see you afraid ? Or to object; at length (my mournful look Heaven-ward erect) determin'd, thus I spoke :
It reflects upon me, as I knew not my trade : "Supreme, all-wise, eternal Potentate!
Courage, friend; for to-day is your period of sorrow; Sole Author, sole Disposer of our fate!
And things will go better, believe me, to-morrow.' Enthron'd in light and immortality,
Derry down, &c. Whom no man fully sees, and none can see!
“ To-morrow!" our hero replied, in a fright: Original of beings! Power divine!
“ He that's hang'd before noon, ought to thing of 10Since that I live, and that I think, is thine !
night.”Benign Creator ! let thy plastic hand Dispose its own effect; let thy command
“Tell your beads," quoth the priest, “ and be fairly Restore, Great Father! thy instructed son ;
For you surely to-night shall in Paradise sup.” And in my act may thy great will be done !"
Derry down, &c. “Alas!" quoth the squire, “ howe'er sumptuous
the treat, THE THIEF AND THE CORDELIER,
Parbleu! I shall have little stomach to eat;
I should therefore esteem it great favor and grace.
Would you be so kind as to go in my place."
“That I would,” quoth the father, "and thank Grève,
you to boot; The fatal retreat of th' unfortunate brave;
But our actions, you know, with our duty must suit Where Honor and Justice most oddly contribute
The feast I propos'd to you, I cannot taste; To ease heroes' pains by a halter and gibbet.
For this night, by our order, is mark'd for a fast.” Derry down, down, hey derry down.
Derry down, &c. There Death breaks the shackles which Force had put on,
Then, turning about to the hangman, he said, And the hangman completes what the judge but “ Dispatch me, I pr’ythee, this troublesome blade; begun;
For thy cord and my cord both equally tie, There the squire of the pad, and the knight of the And we live by the gold for which other men die post,
Derry down, &c. Find their pains no more balkd, and their hopes
no more crost.
Derry down, &c. Great claims are there made, and great secrets are known;
(own; And the king, and the law, and the thief, has his But my hearers cry out, “ What a deuce dost thou
Derry down, &c.
Derry down, &c.
In vain you tell your parting lover,
Be gentle, and in pity choose
That, thrown again upon the coast
The pride of every grove I chose,
The violet sweet and lily fair,
To deck my charming Chloe's hair.
Upon her brow the various wreath; The flowers less blooming than her face,
The scent less fragrant than her breath.
The flowers she wore along the day :
And every nymph and shepherd said, That in her hair they look'd more gay
Than glowing in their native bed.
Their odors lost, their colors past;
Her garland and her eye she cast.
As any Muse's tongue could speak, When from its lid a pearly tear
Ran trickling down her beauteous cheek.
The reason of the thing is clear,
“Since this has been authentic truth,
Your care does further yet extend :
spy is guarded by your friend.-
Youthful and healthy, flesh and blood,
Allow this logic to be good ?".
“Sir, will your questions never end? I trust to neither spy nor friend. In short, I keep her from the sight Of every human face.”—“She'll write.""From pen and paper she's debarr'd.”_ “Has she a bodkin and a card ? She 'll prick her mind."-"She will, you say: But how shall she that mind convey? I keep her in one room : I lock it: The key, (look here,) is in this pocket."“The key-hole, is that left?"-" Most cer
tain." "She 'll thrust her letter through, Sir Martin."
“Dear, angry friend, what must be done?
Dissembling what I knew too well,
My love, my life,” said I, “ explain This change of humor: pr'ythee tell :
That falling tear-what does it mean ?”
She sigh’d; she smild ; and, to the flowers
Pointing, the lovely moralist said : “ See, friend, in some few feeting hours,
See yonder, what a change is made !
“ Ah, me! the blooming pride of May,
And that of Beauty, are but one: At morn both flourish bright and gay;
Both fade at evening, pale, and gone.
" At dawn poor Stella danc'd and sung;
The amorous youth around her bow'd : At night her fatal knell was rung;
I saw, and kiss'd her in her shroud.
Such as she is, who died to-day ;
Such I, alas! may be to-morrow: Go, Damon, bid thy Muse display
The justice of thy Chloe's sorrow."
AN ENGLISH PADLOCK.
Miss Danaë, when fair and young,
Receive her with extended arms,
If wine and music have the power
To ease the sickness of the soul, Let Phoebus every string explore,
And Bacchus fill the sprightly bowl. Let them their friendly aid employ,
To make my Chloe's absence light; And seek for pleasure, to destroy
The sorrows of this livelong night
But she to-morrow will return:
Venus, be thou to-morrow great; Thy myrtles strow, thy odors burn,
And meet thy favorite nymph in state.
Let us to-morrow's blessings own:
And all the day be thine alone.
THE FEMALE PHAETON.
Thus Kitty*, beautiful and young,
And wild as colt untam'd,
With little rage inflam'd:
Inflam'd with rage at sad restraint,
Which wise mamma ordain'd; And sorely vext to play the saint,
Whilst wit and beauty reign'd:
"Shall I thumb holy books, confin'd
With Abigails forsaken? Kitty's for other things design'd,
Or I am much mistaken.
“Must lady Jenny frisk about,
And visit with her cousins ?
And bring home hearts by dozens ?
“What has she better, pray, than I,
What hidden charms to boast, That all mankind for her should die,
Whilst I am scarce a toast ?
"Dearest mamma! for once let me,
Unchain'd, my fortune try;
Or know the reason why.
* Lady Catharine Hyde, now Duchess of Queensberry. | The Earl of Essex married Lady Jane Hyde.
My softest verse, my darling lyre,
Upon Euphelia's toilet lay; When Chloe noted her desire, That I should sing, that I should play