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Behind, Rome's genins waits with civic crowns,
And the great father of his country owns.

These massy columns in a circle rise,
O'er which a pompous dome invades the skies:
Scarce to the top I stretch'd my aching sight,
So large it spread, and swell'd to such a height.
Full in the midst prond Fame's imperial seat
With jewels blaz'd, magnificently great;
The vivid emeralds there revive the eye,
The flaming rubies show their sanguine dye,
Bright azure rays from lively sapphires stream.
And lucid amber casts a golden gleam.
With various-colour'd light the pavement shone,
And all on fire appear'd the glowing throne;
The dome's high arch reflects the mingled blaze,
And forms a rainbow of alternate rays.
When on the goddess first I cast my sight,
Scarce seem'd her stature of a cubit's height;
But swell'd to larger siae the more I gaz'd,
Till to the roof her towering front she rais'd.
With her, the temple every moment grew,
And ampler vistas open'd to my view.
Upward the columns shoot, the roofs ascend,
And arches widen, and long aisles extend.
Such was her form, as ancient bards have told,
Wings raise her arms, and wings her feet infold;
A thousand busy tongues the goddess bears,
And thousand open eyes, and thousand listening

Beneath, in order rang'd, the tuneful Nine
(Her virgin handmaids) still attend the shrine:
With eyes on Fame for ever fix'd, they sing;
For Fame they raise theirvoice, and tune the string;
With Time's first birth began the heavenly lays,
And last, eternal, through the length of days.

Around these wonders as I cast a look,
The trumpet sounded, and the temple shook,
And.all the nations, summon'd at the call,
From diff'rent quarters fill the crowded bail:

Of various tongues the mingled sounds were heard ,

In various garbs promiscnous throngs appear'd;

Thick as the bees, that with the spring renew

Their flowery toils, and sip the fragrant dew,

When die wing'd colonies first tempt the sky.

O'er dusky fields and shaded waters fly.

Or, settling, sieze the sweets the blossoms yield.

And a low murmur runs along the field.

Millions of suppliant crowds the shrine attend.

And all degrees before tiie goddess bend;

The poor, the rich, the valiant, and the sage.

And boasting youth, and narrative old age.

Their pleas were different, their request the same;

For good and bad alike are fond of fame.

Some she disgrac'd, and some with honours crown'd;

Unlike successes equal merits found.

Thus her blind sister, fickle Fortune, reigns

And undiscerning scatters crowns and chains.

First at the shrine the learned world appear. And to the goddess thus prefer their prayer: * Long have we sought t' instruct and please mankind,

With studies pale, with midnight vigils blind;
But thank'd by few, rewarded yet by none,
We here appeal to thy superior throne;
On wit and learning the just prize bestow;
For fame is all we must expect below.'

The goddess heard, and bade the muses raise
The golden trumpet of eternal praise:
From pole to pole the winds diffuse the sound.
That fills the circuit of the world around;
Not all at once, as thunder breaks the cloud;
The notes at first were rather sweet than loud:
By just degrees they every moment rise,
Fill the wide earth, and gain upon the skies.
At every breath were balmy odours shed,
Which still grew sweeter, as they wider spread:
Less fragrant scents th' unfolding rose exhales.
Or spices breathing in Arabian tales.

Next these the good and just, an awful train, Thus on their knees address the sacred fane: 1 Since living virtue is with envy curs'd, And the best men are treated like the worst. Do thou, just goddess, call our merits forth, And give each deed th' exact intrinsic worth.' * Not with bare justice shall your act be crown'd,' Said Fame, * but high above desert renown'd: Let fuller notes th' applanding world a maze, And the lond clarion labour in your praise. '

This band dismiss'd, behold another crowd Preftrr'd the same request, and lowly bow'd; The constant tenour of whoso wi-lt spent day* No less deserv'd a just return of praise. But straight the direful trump of slander sounds; Through the big dime the doubling thunder bounds; Lond as the burst of cannon rends the skies. The dire report through every region flies, In every car incessant rumours rung, And gathering scandals grew on every tongue. From the black trumpet's rusty concave broke Sulphureous flames, and clonds of rolling smoke: The poisonous vapour blots the purple skies. And withers all before it ;is it flies.

A troop came next, who crowns and armour wore,

And prond defiance in their looks they bore: 1 For thee,' they cried,' amidst alarms and strife, We sail'd in tempests down the stream of life; For thee whole nations fill'd with flames and blood, And swam to empire through the purple flood. Those ills we dar'd, thy inspiration own; What virtue seem'd, was done for thee alone.* 'Ambitious fools!' the queen replied, and frowa'd, 'Be all your acts in dark oblivion drown' d; There sleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone, Your statues mouider'd, and your names unknown! A sndden clond straight snatch1 d them from my sight,

And each majestic phantom sunk in night.

Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen; riain was their dress, and modest was their mien.

* Great idol of mankind! we neither claim
The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame!
But, safe in deserts from the applause of men,
Would die unheard of, as we liv'd unseen.
*Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from sight
Those acts of goodness which themselves requite.
O let us still the secret joys partake,

To follow virtue ev'n for virtue's sake.'

• And live there men, who slight immortal Fame?
Who then with incense shall adore our name?
But, mortals! know, 'tis still our greatest pride,
To blaze those virtues which the good would hide.
Rise! muses, rise! add all your tuneful breath;
These must not sleep in darkness and in death.'
She said: in air the trembling music floats,

And on the winds trinmphant swell the notes;
So soft, though high, so loud, and yet so clear,
Ev'n listening angels lean from heaven to hear:
To farthest shores th' ambrosial spirit flies,
Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies.

Next these a youthful train their vows express'd,
With feathers crown'd, with gay embroidery dress' d:
1 Hither,' they cried, * direct your eyes, and see
The men of pleasure, dress, and gallantry;
Ours is the place at banquets, balls, and plays;
Sprightly our nights, polite are all our days;
Courts we frequent, where 'tis our pleasing care
To pay due visits, and address the fair:
In fact, 'tis true, no nymph we could persuade,
But still in fancy vanquish'*! every maid;
Of unknown, dv.ciiesses lewd tales we tell,
Tet, would the world believe us, all were well.
The joy let others have, and we the name.
And what we want in pleasure, grant in fame.'

The queen assents, the trumpet rends the skies, And at each blast a lady's honour dies.

Pleas'd with the same success, vast numbers prest Around the shrine, aud made the same request:

*What you,' she cried, 'unlearn'd in arts to please,
Slaves to yourselves, and ev'n fatign'd with ease,
Who lose a lengtli of undeserving days,
Would you usurp the lover's dear-bought praise?
To just contempt, ye vain pretenders, fall,
The people's fable, and the scorn of all.'
Straight the black clarion sends a horrid sound.
Lond lunghs burst out, and bitter scoffs fly round,
Whispers are heard, with tannts reviling lond,
And scornful hisses run through all the crowd.

Last those who boast of mighty mischiefs done,
Enslave their country, or usurp a throne;
Or who their glory's dire foundation laid
On sovereigns ruin'd, or on friends betray'd;
Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix,
Of crooked counsels and dark politico;
Of these a gloomy tribe surround the throne,
And beg to make th' immortal treasous known.
The trumpet roars, long flaky flames expire,
With sparks that seem'd to set the world on fire.
At the dread sound, pale mortals stood aghast,
And startled nature trembled with the blast.

This having heard and seen, some power unknown Straight chang'd the scene, and snatch'd me from

the throne. Before my view appear'd a structure fair, Its site uncertain, if in earth or air; With rapid motion turn'd the mansion round; With ceaseless noise the ringing walls resound; Kot less in number were the spacious doors, Than leaves ou trees, or sands upon the shores; Which still unfolded stand, by night, by day. Pervious to winds, and open every way. As flames by nature to the skies ascend, As weighty bodies to the centre tend. As to the sea returning rivers roll, And the touch'd needle trembles to the pole; Hither, as to their proper place, arise Ail various sounds from earth, and seas, and skies,

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