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INTENT with execrable art, To burn the veins, and tear the heart, ,10 The witch, unhallow'd bones. to raise, ! Through fun'ral vaults and charnels ftrays 515! Calls the damn'd shade from ev'ry cell,

. And adds new labours to their hell.

And, shield me heav'n! what hollow sound, 15 Like fate's dread knell, runs echoing round? The bell strikes one, that magic hour, When rising fiends exert their pow'r. And now, sure now, fome cause unbleft:

CiT Breathes more than horror thro'

my breaft:

20 How deep the breeze! how dim the light! What spectres swim before my fight! My frozen limbs pale terror chains, And in wild eddies.wheel my brains: My icy blood forgets to roll; And death ev’n seems to seize


foul. What sacred pow'r, what healing art, Shall bid my soul herself affert; Shall rouze th' immortal active flame, And teach her whence her being came? 30




O FORTITUDE! divinely bright,
O Virtue's child, and man's delight!
Descend, an amicable guest,
And with thy firmness Ateel my breast:
Descend, propitious to my lays,

35. And, while

my lyre tesounds thy praise,
With energy divinely ftrong,
Exalt my soul, and warm my fong.

When raving in eternał pains,
And loaded with ten thousand chains,
Vice, deep in PHLEGETON, yet lay,
Nor with her visage blasted day;
No fear to guiltless man was known,
For God and Virtue reign'd alone.
But, when from native flames and night,

The cursed monfter wing'd her flight,
Pale Fear, among her hideous train,
Chas'd sweet Contentment from her reign ;
Plac'd death and hell before each eye,
And wrapt in mist the golden sky;

50 Banish'd from day each dear delight, And Thook with conscious-farts the night.


· When, from th’imperial feats on high, so
The Lord of nature turn'd his eye,
To view the state of things below;

Still bleft to make his creatures to :
From earth he faw ASTREA fly,
And seek her manfions in the sky;.
Peace, crown'd with olives, left her throne,
And white-rob'd Innocence was gone:
While Vice, reveal'd in open day,
Sole tyrant, ruld with iron fway;
And Virtue veil'd her weeping charms,
And fled for refuge to his arms,
Her altars fcorn'd, her shrines defac’d. Is og 1
Whom thus th' essential Good address'd. 201

“ Thou, whom my fouł adores alone,
Effulgent sharer of my throne,
Fair empress of eternity!
Who uncreated reign'st like me ;

Whom I, whose fole and boundless sway,
With pleafure infinite obey ;
To yon diurnal scenes below,
Who feel their folly in their woe,


Again propitious turn thy flight, ; .
Again oppose yon tyrant's might;
To earth thy cloudless charms disclose,
Revive thy friends, and blast thy foes:
Thy triumphs man shall raptur'd see,
Act, suffer, live, and die for thee.

But since all crimes their hell contain,
Since all must feel who merit pain,
Let FORTITUDE thy steps attend,
And be, like thee, to man a friend;
To urge him on the arduous road,

That leads to virtue, bliss, and God;
To blunt the sting of ev'ry grief,
And be to all'a near relief."

He said; and she, with smiles divine,
Which made all heav'n more brightly shine,
To earth return'd with all her train,
And brought the golden age again.
Since erring mortals, unconstrain'd,
The God, that warms their breast, profan'd,
She, guardian of their joys no more,
Could only leave them, and deplore:






They, now the easy prey of pain,
Curst in their willi, their choice obtain
Till arm'd with heav'n and fate, the came
Her destin'd honours to reclaim.
Vice and her flaves beheld her Aight,
And fled like birds obscene from light,
Back to th’abode of plagués return,
To fin and smart, blafpheme and burn.

Thou, Goddess ! fince, with sacréd aid, 105
Hast ev'ry grief and pain allay'd,
To joy converted ev'ry smart,
And plac'd a heav'n in ev'ry heart:
By thee we act, by thee sustain,
Thou sacred antidote of pain!
At thy great nod the * ALPs subside,
Reluctant rivers turn their tide;
With all thy force Alcides warm'd,
His hand against oppression arm’d:
By thee his mighty nerves were strung, 115
By thee his strength for ever young ;


Alluding to the History of HANNIBAL.



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