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Oh could thine art arrest the fleeting sound, But since thy flagging piety decay'd,
And pain' the voice in magic numbers bound: And barter'd God's defence for human aid;
Could the warm sun,aserst when lleninon play'd, See their fair laurels wither on thy brow,
Wake with his rising beam the vocal shade; Vor herbs nor healthful arts avail thee now,
Then night he draw th' attentive Angels down, Norislleav'n charg'd, apostate prince, butthou.
Bending to hear the lay, so sweet, so like their No inean atonement does this lapse require ;

But see the Son, you must forgive the Sire;
On either side the monarchi's offspring shine, He t, the just prince — with ev'ry virtue blest
And some addorn, and some disgrace their line. He reign'd, and goodness all the man possessidy
Here Ammon glories; proud incestuous lord! Around his throne fair happiness and peace
This band sustains the robe, and that thesword. Smooth'd ev'ry brow, and smil'd in ev'ry face.
Frowning and fierce, with laughty strides he As when along the burning waste' he stray'd,
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Where no pure streams in bubbling mazes play'd, And on his horrid brow defiance low'rs. Where drought incumbent on the thirsty ground There Absalou the ravish'd sceptre sways, Longineehadbreath'dherscorching blastsaround. And his stolen honor all his shame displays : The prophet calls, th' obedient floods repair The base usurper Youth! who joins in one To the parch'd fields, for Josaphat was there. The rebel subject and th' ungrateful son, The neir-spring waves, in manya gurgling vein,

Amid the royal race, sec Naihan stand : Trickle luxurious through the sucking plain; Fervent he seeins to speak, and lift his hand; Fresh honors the reviving fields adorn, His looks th' enotion of his soul disclose, And o'er the desart plenty pours her horn. And eloquence froin er'ry gesture flows. So, from the throne his influence he sheds, Such, and so ster he cume, ordaind to bring And bids the virtueś raise their languid heads : Th'

ungrateful mandate to the guilty King : Where'er he goes, attending Truth prevails, When, at his dreadful voice a sudden smart Oppression fies, and justice lifts her scales. Shot thro' the trembling monarch's conscious See, on his arm the royal cagle stand, heart,

Great type of conquest and supreme command; From his own lips condemn d; sévere decree! Th' exulting bird distinguish'd triumph brings, Had his God prov'd so stern a Judge as lle, And greets the Monarch with expanded wings. But man by frailty is allied by birth :

Fierce Moal's sons prevent th' impending blow, Consununaie purity ne'er dwelt on earth Rush on themselves, and fall without the foe. Thro' all the soul tho' virtue holds the rein, The pious hero vanquish'd Heaven by pray'r; Beats at the heart, and springs in ev'ry vein, Ilis faith an army, and his vows a war. Yet ever from the clearest source have ran 'Thee too, Ozias, fates indulgent bless'd, Some gross alloy, soine tincture of the man. And thy days shone in fairest actions drest :

But who is he cleep musing? in his mind, Till that rash hand, b; some blind phrenzy He seems to weigh in reason's scales mankind;

sway'd, contemplation holds his steady eres - Unclean, the sacred office durst invade. I know the sage", the wisest of the wise, Quick o'er thy limbs the scurfy venom ran, Blest with all man could wish, or prince obtain, And hoary filth besprinkled all the man. Yerhis great heart pronounc'dthose blessingsrain. Transniissive worili adorns the pious S Son, And lo! bright glittering in his sacred hands, The father's virtues with the father's throne. In miniature the glorjous temple stands. Lo! there he stands : he who the rage subdued Effulgent frame! stupendous to behold! Of Anunon's sons, and drench'd his sword in Gold the strongvalves, the roofof burnish'd gold. blood. The wand'ringark, in that brightdomeenshrin'd, And dost thou, Ahaz, Judah's scourge, disgrace Spreads the strong light, eternal, unconfind, With thy base front the glories of thy race ? Above th' unulerable glory plays,

See the vile King his iron sceptre bear
Presence divine! and the full-streaming rays llis only praise attends the pious || Heir;
Pour thro' reluctant clouds intolerable blaze. He, in whose soul the virtues all conspire,

But stern oppression rends Reboam's reign : The best good son from the worst wicked sire.
See the gay prince, injurious, proud, and vain! And lo! in Hezekiah's golden reign,
Th'imperial sceptre rotters in his hand, Long exil'd piety returns again;
And proud rebellion triumplis in the land, Again in genuine purity she shines,
Curs'd with corruption's ever-fruitful spring, And with her presence gilds the long-neglected
A beardless Senate, and a haughty King.

shrines.
There Asa, goud and great, the sceptre bears, Ill-starr'd does proud Assyria's impious Lord.
Justice attends his peace, success his wars; Bid Heav'n toarms, and vaunt his dreadfulsword;
While virine was his sword, and Heay’nhis shield, His own vain threatsth'insulting Kingo'erthrow,
Without control the warrior swept the field; But breathe new courage on the gen'rous foc.
Inded with spoils, triumphant he return'd, Th' avenging Angel, by divine command,
And half her swarthy sons sad Ethiopia mourn'd.'Thc fiery sword full-blazing in his hand.
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March'd Pestilence before him; as he trod, Bous his neck head, and God eicrnal dics!
Pale Desolation bathi'd his steps in bloud. Fix'd to the Cross his healing anns are bound,
Thick wraptin night,thro theproudhosthepass'd, While copious Mercy streanis from ev'ry wound,
I)ispensing death, and drove ine furious blast; Mark the blood-drops that life exbausting roll,
Nor bade Destruction give her revels o'er [vore. And the strong pangthat rends the stubborn soul,
Till the gorg'd ssvord was drunk withi hunan Is all death's tortures, with severe delay,
But what avails thee, pious prince, in vain

Exult and riot in the noblest prey !
Thy sceptre rescu’d, and th’Assyrian slain? And canst thou, stupid inan, those sorrows sce,
E'en now the soul maintains her latest strife, Nor share the anguish which he bears for thee?
And death's chill grasp congeals the fountof life Thy sin, for which his sacred Aesh is torn,
Yet see, kind Heaven renews thy briule thread, Points ev'ry nail, and sharpens ev'ry thorn.
And rolls full tifteen summers o'er thy head; Canst thout--while nature smartsinev'ry wound,
Lo! the receding sun repeats

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way, And cach pang cleaves the sympathetic ground ! And, like thy life, prolurigs the falling day. Lo! the black sum, his chariot backward driven, Tho'nature her inverted course forego, Blors out the day, and perishes froin Heav'n! The day forget to rest, the time to fiou, Earth, trembling from her entrails, bears a part; Yet shall Jehovah's servants stand secure, And the rent rock upbraids man's stubborn heart, His mercy fix'd, eternal shall endure:

The yawning grave revepls his gloomy reign, On them her ever-healing rays shall shine; And the cold clay-clad dead start into life again. More mild and bright, and sure, Osun! than thine. And tlou, 0 tonb, once more shalt wide disAt length the long-expected Prince behold, Thy satiate jaws, and give up all thy prey [play The last good King; in antient days foretold, Thougroaningearth, shall heave, absorptinflaine, When Bethels altar spoke bis future fame, As the last pangs convulse thy lab'ring frame; Rent to its base, at good Josiah's name. "Then the saine God unshrouded thou shalt see, Blest happy prince! o'er whose lamented unii, "l'rapt in full blaze of pow'r and majesty, In plaintivo cong, all Judah's daughters mourn; Ride on the clouds; whilst, as his chariot flies, For whom sad Sion's softest sorrow flovs, The bright effusion streams thro'all the skies. And Jeremiul pours liis sweet includious woes. Then shall the proul dissolving mountains glow,

But now fallen Sion, once the fair and great, And yielding rocks in fiery rivers flow : Sits decp in dust, abandon'd, desolate : The inolten deluge round the globe shall roar, Biceds her sad heart, and ever stream her eyes, And all man's aris and labor be no more. And anguish tears her with convulsive sighs. Then shall the splendors of th' enliven'd glass The mournful captive spreads her hands in vain, Sink undistinguishi'd in the burning mass, Her hands, thai rankle with the servile chain; And oh! vill earth and seas, and heaven decay, Till he*, great chief, in Heav'n's appointed time, Ne'er may that fair crcation fade away; [spare, Learls back her children to their native clime. Nav winds and storins those beauteous colors Fair liberty revives with all her joys, Still may they bloom, as permanent as fair ; And bius her envicd walls securely rise, All the rain rage of wasting time repel, (well

, And thou, great hallow'd dome, in ruin spread, And his tribunal see, whose Cross they paint sa Again shall lift sublime thy sacred head. But, ah! with weeping cyes, the antients view A faint resemblance of the old in you. No more th' effulgent glory of thy God

$313. Death. Emily. Speaks awful answers from the mystic cloud ;

The festive roar of laughter, the warm glow No more thine altars blaze with fire divine; Of brisk-eved joy, and friendship's genial And Heaven has left thy solitary shrine.

bowl, Yei, in thy courts, hereafier shalt thou see,

Wit's season'd converse, and the liberal flow Presence immoliate of the Deity, [Thee.

Of unsuspicious youth, profuse of soul, The light himself reveal'd, the God confess'din.

Delight not ever ; from the boisterous scene And now at length the fated term of years Of riot far, and Comus' wild uproar, The world's desire have brought, and lo! the From folly's crowd, whose vacant brow serene

Was never knit to wisdom’s frowning lore, The heavenly Babe the Virgin Mother bears, And her fond looks contess'd thic parent's cares;

Permit me, ye time-hallow'd domes, ye piles

Of rude magnificence, your solemu rest, The pleasing burthen on her breast she lays Amid your fretted vaults and length’ning aisles Ilangs o'er his charms, and with a smile surTheinfıntsmiles, to her fund bosom presi, [veys: That means to break, with sacrilegious tread,

Lonely to wander; no unholy guest And wantons, sportive, on the mother's breast. The marble slumbers of your monumented A radiant glory speaks him all Divine,

dead. And in the Child the beams of Godhead shine.

Permit me, with sad inusines, that inspire But now, alas ! far other views disclose

Unlabor'd numbers apt, your silence drear The blackest coinprehensive scene of woes. Blameless to wake, and with the Orphcan lyre, Zorobabel.

Fitly attemper'd, sooth the merciless ear

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Or llades, and stern death, whose iron sway, These now are past; long, long, ye fleeting years, Great nature owns thro' all her wide do- Pursue, with glory wing'd your fated way, main ;

Ere from the womb of tine unwelcome peers All with that oary fin cleave their smooth way The dawn of that inevitable day, friend Through the green bosom of the spawny When wrapt in shrouded clay, iheir warmest main;

The widow'd virtues shall again deplore, And those that to the streaming æther sprcad, When o'er his urn in pious grief shall bend

In many a wheeling glide, their feathery sail; His Britain, and bewail one patriot more y Andthusethat creep, and those that statelieriread, For soon must thou, too soon! who spread'st

That roani o'er forest, hill, or browsy dale ; Thy bearning emanations unconfin'd, (abroad The victims each of ruthless fate must full; Doom'd like some better angel sent of God E'en Ged's own image, man, high paramount To scalter blessings over human kind, of all,

Thou too must fall, 0 Pitt! to shine no more, And ye, the young, the giddy, and the gay,

And tread these dreadful paths a Faulkland That starile from the sleepful lid of light

trod before. The curtain'd rest, and with the dissonant bray

Fast to the driving winds the marshall'd clouds Of Bacchus, and loud jollity, affright Von radiant goddess, that now shoots among

Sweep discontinuous o'er th' ethereal plain!

Another still upon another crowds; These many-window'd aisles her glimmering

All hastening downward to their native main, beam; Know, that or ere its starr'd career along (team,

Thus passes o'er, thro' varied life's career, Thrice shall have rollid her silver-wheeled Snatch from us in their course, year after year,

Man's fleeting age;' the Seasons, as they fly, Some parent breast may heave the answering

Some sweet connexion, sone endearing tie, sigh

The parent, ever-honor'd; ever-dear, To the slow pauses of the funeral knell;

Claims from the filial breast the pions sigh; Een now black Arropos, with scowling eye,

A brother's urn demands the kindred tear, Rors in the laugh, and revels o'er the bowl ;

And gentle sorrows gush from friendship's Een now in rosy crowned pleasure's wreath Entwines in adder folds all-unsuspected Death. Of jocund youth-the morrow knells us to the

To-day we frolic in the rosy bloom [eye. Know, on the stealing wing of time shall flee tomb. Some few, some short-liv'd years, and all is past;

Who knows how soon in this sepulchral spot A future bard these awful domnes may see,

Shall heav'n to me the drear abode assign? Muse o'er tire present age, as I the last; How soon the past irrevocable lot Who mouldering in the grave, yet once like you

Of these thai rest beneath me shall be mine? The rarious maze of life were seen to tread, Haply when Zephyr to thy native bourn (wave, Each bent their own peculiar to pursue,

Shall waft thee' o'er the storm'd Hiberniaa As custom urg'd, or wilful nature led : Thy gentle breast, my Tavistock, shall mourn Mix'd with the various crowd's inglorious clay,

'To find me sleeping in the senseless grave. The nobler virtues undistinguish'd lie;

No more the social leisure to divide, No more to melt with beauty's hen en-born ray, In the sweet intercourse of soul and soul,

No more io wet compassion's tearful eye, Blithe, or of graver brow; no more to chide Catch from the poet raptures not their own,

The ling'ring years iinpatient as they roll, And feel the thrilling melody of sweet renown. Till all thy cultur'd virtues shall display, Where is the master-hand, whose semblant art

Full-blossom'd, their bright honors to the Chiseld the marble into life, or tauglit

gazing day. From the well-pencil'd portraiture to start Ah, dearest youth! these vows perhaps unheard The nerve that beat with soul, the brow that

The rude wind seatters o'er the billowy main : thought?

These prayers at friendship's holy shrine preCold are the fingers that in stone-fixt trance

ferr'd The mute attention riveting, to the lyre

May rise to grasp their father's knees in vain. Struck language : diinm'd the poet's quick. Soon, soon may nod the sad funereal plume eyed glance,

With solenn horror o'er thy timeless hearse, All in wild raptures flashing heaven's own And I survive to grave upon thy tomb Shrink is the sinewid energy, that strung [fire; The mournful tribute of memorial verse. The warrior arni. Where sleeps the patriot That leave to heaven's decision- be it thing, breast

Higher than yet a parent's wishes flew, Whilom that heav'd impassion'd? where the To soar in bright pre-eminence, and shine tongue

With self-earn'd honors, eager to pursue That lanc'd its lightning on the tow'ring Where glory, with her clear unsullied rays, Of sceptred insolence, and overthrew (crest The well-born spirit lights to deeds of mightiest Giant Oppression, leagued with all her earth- praise. born crew!

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'Twas she thy godlike Russel's bosom steeld The dog hydrophoby; and near allied

With confidence untam'd, in bis last breatla Scar'd madness, with her moon-struck eyeballs Stern-smiling. She with calm composure, held

staring wide. The patriot axe of Sidney, edz'd with death. There, sirerend one huge, beneath the rocky Smit with the warmth of her impulsive fame, minet,

Wolle's gallant viriue fies to worlds afar, With boiling sulphur fraught,and smouldering Einulous to pluck fresh wreaths of well-earn'd He, the dread delegate of wrath divine, (fires : fame

(war. Ere while that stood o'er Tajo's hundred spires From the grim frowning brow of laurelld Vindictive; thrice he wavid th' earth-shaking. 'Twas she that, on the morn of direful birth,

wand, Bard thy young bosom to the fatal blow, Powerful as that the son of Amram bore, Lamented Armytage ! -- the bleeding youth! And thrice he rais'd, and thrice he check d his O bathe him in the pearly caves below,

hand. Ye Nereids ! and ye Nymphs of Camus haar, He struck - the rocking ground, with thunWeep- for ye oft have seen him on your haunted shiore.

Yawn'd! Here from street to street hurrics, and Better to die with: glory than recline

there On the soli lap of ignominious peace,

Now runs, now stops, then shrieks and scours Than yawn out ihe dull droniug life supine

Staring distraction : many a palace fair [amain, In monkish apathy and gowned case.

With millions siriks ingúlph'd, and pillard Better employ'd in honor's bright career

fane. The least division on the dial's round, Old ocean's farthest waves confess the shock ; Than thrice to copas Saturn's live-long year, Even Alhion trembled conscious on his stedfast Grown old in sloth, the burthen of the ground,

rock. Than tug with sweating toil the slavish oar The meagre famine there, and drunk with blood Of unredeem'd affliction, and sustain

Stern war; and the loath'd monster whom of The fev'rous rage of fierce diseases core

The slimy Naiad ot the Memphian food [yore Unnumber'd, that in sympathatic chain Engend'ring, to the bright-hair'dPhæbusbore, Hang ever thro' the thick circumfluous air, Foul pestilence that on the wide-stretch'd wings All from the drizzly verge of yonder star-girt Of commerce speeds from Cairo's swarthy bay sphere.

His westering flight, and thro' the sick air flings Thick'in the many-heaten road of life

Spotted contagion; at his heels dismay A thousand inaladies are posted round,

And desolation urge their fire-whcel'd yoke With wreiched man to wage eternal strife

Terrible; as long of old, when from the height Unseen,likeanıbush'd Indians, till they wound,

Of Paran came unwreathid the mightiest, shook There the swoln hydrop stands, the wat'ry rheum,

Earth's firm-fixt base tott'ring; thro? the The northern scurry, blotch with lep'rous Glanc'd the flash'd lightnings: heaven's rent roof

black night

(abroad And moping ever in the cloisterd gloom [scale; Thunder d; and universal vature felt its God,

Of learned sloth, and bookish asthma pale :
And the shunnid hag unsightly, that (ordain'd Who on that scene of terror, on that hour

On Europe's sons to wreak the faithless sword Of rous'd indignation shall withstand
Of Cortez, with the blood of millions stain'd) Th’Almighty, when he meditates to show's
O'er dog-eyed lust the tort'ring scourge The bursting vengeance o'er a guilty land?
abhorr'd

Canst thou, secure in reason's vaunted pride, [gore Shakes threat'ning, since the while she wing'd. Tongne-doubiy nuiscreant, who but now didst her fliglit

With more than Hebrew rage the innocent side From Amazon's broad wave, and Andes' snow- Of agonizing mercy, bleeding sore — clad height.

Canst thou confront, with stedfast eye unaw'd, Where the wan daughter of the yellow year,

The sworded judgement stalking far and near? The chatt'ring ague chill; the writhing stone;

Well may'st thou tremble, when an injur'd God, And he of ghastly feature, on whose ear

Disclaims thee--guilt is ever quick of fear Unleeded cruaks the death-bird's warning And every glancing meteor glares imagin'd death.

Loud whirlwinds howl in zephyr's softest breath, moan, Larasmus; knotty gout; and the dead life The good alone are fearless ; they alone,

Of nerveless palsy; there, on purpose fell Firm and collected in their virtue, brave Dark brooding, whets his interdicied knife Thewreck of worlds, and look unshrinking down

Grim suicide, the damned fiend of hell. On the dread yawnings of the rav'nous grave : There too is the stunn'd apoplexy pight*, [foul; | Thrice happy who, the blameless road along

The bloated child of gorg d'intemperance. Of honest praise, hath reach'd the vale of death! Self-wasting melancholy, black as night [howi Around him, like ministrant cherubs, throng Low'ring; and foaming fierce with hideous! His better actions, to the parting breath Placed. † Alluding to the Earthquake at Liebon, November 1, 1755.

Singing

BOOK I.

Singing their best requiems : he the while Who still, you see, impatient to obtain

Gently reposing on some friendly breast, Knowledge immense (so Nature's laws or lain) Breathes out his benisons; then with a smile Ev'u now, tho’ ferter'd in corporeai clay,

Of soft complacence lays him down to rest, Climbs step by step the prospect to survey,
Calmas the slumb'ring intant: from the goal And seeks unwearied Truth's eternal ray.
Free and unbounded dies the disembodied soul. No fleeting joys she asks which must depend
Whether some delegated charge below, [claim; on the frail senses, and with thein must ead;
Sone much-lov'd friend its hovering care inay free from all change, eternally the same.

But such as suis her own immortal fame,
Whether it heavenward soars again to know
That long-forgotten country, whence it

Take courage, then, these joys we shall attain;

came; Conjecture ever, the misfeatur'd child

Almighty wisdom neres acts in vain': Of letter'd arrogance, delights to run

Nor shall the soul, on which it has bestow'd Thro' speculation's puzzling mazes will,

Such pow'rs, c'er perish like an earthly clod; And all to end at last where it begu.

But purg’dat length fromfoulcorruption's stain, Fam would we trace with reason's erring clue, Freed from her prison, and unbound herchain, The darksome paths of destiny aright;

She shall her native strength and native skies In vain; the task were easier to pursue

regain ; The trackless wheelings of the swallow's fight. To heav'n av oll inhabitant return, From arortal ken himself the Almighty shrouds, And draw nectareous streams froin truth's perPavilion'd in thick night and circumambient petual urn. clouds.

Whilst life remains, (if life it can be call’d

T exist in fleshly bondage thus enthralld), $314. On the Immortality of the Soul. S.Jenyns. Tir'd with the dúll pursuit of workily things, Translated from the Latin of Is. H. Browne. The soul scarce wakes, or opes her gladsome

Yet still the yodlike exile in disgrace [wings, To all inferior animals 'tis given

Retains some marks of her celestial race; T enjoy the state allotted them by Hear'n; Else whence from mem'ry's store can she produce No vain researches e'er disturb their rest, Such various thoughts, or range them so for use? No fears of dark futurity molest.

Can matter these contain, dispose, apply? Man, only Man, solicitous to know

Can in her cell such mighty treasures lie? The springs whence Nature's operations flow. Or can her native force produce them to the eye? Plods thro' a dreary waste with toil and pain, Whence is this pow'r, this foundress of all arts, And reasons, hopes and thinks, and lives in vain ; Serving, adorning life, thro' all its parts ; For sable Death still hov'ring o'er his head, Which names impos'd, by letters mark'd those Cuts short his progress with his vital thread.

names, Wherefore, since Nature errs not, do we find

Adjusted properly by legal claims,
These seeds of Science in the human inind, From woods and wilds collected rude mankind,
If no congenial fruits are predesign'al? And cities, laws, and governments design'd?
For what avails to man this pow'r to roain What can this be, but some bright rayfroin heav'n,
Thro' ages past, and ages yet in come,

Some emanation froin Omniscience giv'n?
T explore new worlds o'er all th' ethereal way,
Chain'd to a spot, and living but a day?

When now the rapid stream of eloquence Since all must perish in one common grave,

Bears all before it, passion, reason, sense; Nor can these long laborious searches save,

Can its dread thunder, or its lightning's force we

Derive their essence from a mortal source ? ere it not wiser far, supinely laid, To sport with Phillis in the noontide shade?

What think you of the bard's enchanting art, Or ai thy jorial festivals appear,

ilhich, whether he attempts to warm the heart Great Bacclius, who alone the soul can clear

With fabled scenes, or charm the ear with rhyme, From all that it has felt, and all that it can fear?

Breathes all pathetic, lovely, and sublime?

Whilse things on earth rollround from age to age, Cone on then, let us feast; let Chloe sing The same dull farce repeated on the stage, And soft Neæra touch the irembling string; The poet gives us a creation new, Enjoy the present hour, nor seek to know

More pleasing and more perfect than the true; What good or ill to-morrow may bestow. The mind, who always to perfection hastes, But these delights soon pall upon the taste ; Perfection such as here she never tastes, Let's try then if more serious cannot last:

With gratitude accepts the kind deceit, Wealth let us heap on wealth, or fame pursue, And thence foresees a system more complete. Le power and glory be our points in view; Ofthose what think you, who the circling race In courts, in camps, in senates let us live : Of suns and their revolving planets tracc, Our levees crowded like the buzzing hire: And comets journeying thro' unbounded space? S Each weak attempt the same sad lesson brings ! Say can you doubt, but that the all-searching soul, Alas! what ranity in human things ! That now can traverse hcaven from pole to pole,

What means then shall we try? where hope to From thence descending, visits but this carth, A friendly harbour for the restless mind? (find and shallonce inore regainthe regions of herbirth?

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