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The tender lambs he raises in his arms,
60 But useless lances into scythes shall bend, And the broad falchion in a plough-share end. Then palaces shall rise; the joyful song Shall finish what his short-lived sire begun; Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield, 65 And the same hand that sow'd, shall reap the field. The swain in barren deserts4 with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear. 70 On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods. Waste sandy valleys, once perplex'd with thorn, The spiry fir and shapely box adorn: To leafless shrubs the flowery palms succeed, 75 And odorous myrtle to the noisome weed. The lambs6 with wolves shall graze the verdant meado And boys in flowery bands the tiger lead. The steer and lion at one crib shall meet, And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet. 8) The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleased, the green lustre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play. Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem,& rise! 85 Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes !
(1) Ch. ix. ver. 6. (2) Ch. ii. ver. 4. (3) Ch Ixv. ve 21, 22. (4) Ch. xxxv. ver. 1, 7. (5) Ch. xli. ver. and ch. Iv. ver. 13. (6) Ch xin ver. 6, 7, 8. (7) Ixv. ver 25. (8) Ch. lx. ver. 1.
See a long racel thy spacious courts adorn;
95 And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow : See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon them in a flood of day! No more the rising sun shall gild the morn, Nor evening Cynthia fill her silver horn; 100 But lost, dissolved in thy superior rays, One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze, O’erflow thy courts: the Light himself shall shine Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine ! The seas) shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, 105 Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away; But fix'd his word, his saving power remains ; Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns !
WINDSOR FOREST. To the Right Honourable George Lord Lansdowne Non injussa cano: te nostræ, Vare, myricae. Te nemus omne canet; nec Phæbo gratior ulla est, Quam sibi quæ Vari præscripsit pagina nomen.
VIRGIL Tuy forest, Windsor! and thy green retreats, At once the Monarch's and the Muses' seats, Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids ! Unlock your springs and open all your shades.
(1) Ch. 1x. ver. 4. (2) Ch. 1x. ver. 3. (3) Ch. 1x. ver. 6 (4) Ch. 1x. ver. 19, 20. (5) Ch. li. ver. 6, and ch. lis Ver 10.
Granville commands; your aid, O muses, ing
The groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long,
Not thus the land appear'd in ages past, A dreary desert, and a gloomy waste, To savage beasts and savage laws a prey, And kings more furious and severe than they; Who claim'd the skies, dispeopled air and floods, The lonely lords of empty wilds and woods : Cities laid waste, they storm'd the dens and caves (For wiser brutes were backward to be slaves.) What could be free, when lawless beasts obey'd, And e'en the elements a tyrant sway'd ? In vain kind seasons swell’d the teeming grain; Soft showers distill'd, and suns grew warm in vain The swain with tears his frustrate labour yields, And, famish’d, dies amidst his ripen’d fields. What wonder then, a beast or subject slain Were equal crimes in a despotic reign? Both, doom'd alike, for sportive tyrants bled, But, while the subject starved, the beast was fed. Proud Nimrod first the bloody chase began, A mighty hunter, and his prey was man. Our haughty Norman boasts that barbarous name, And makes his trembling slaves the royal game. The fields are ravish'd from the industrious swains, From men their cities, and from gods their fanes · The levell’d towns with weeds lie cover'd o'er; The hollow winds through naked temples roar; Round broken columns clasping ivy twined; O'er heaps of ruins stalk'd the stately hind; The fox obscene to gaping tombs retires, And savage howlings fill the sacred quires Awed by his nobles, by his commons curst, The oppressor ruled tyrannic where he durst, Stretch'd o'er the poor and church his iron rod, And serv'd alike his vassals and his God. Whom e'en the Saxon spared, and bloody Dano The wanton victims of his sport remain. But see, the man who spacious regions gave A waste for beasts, himself denied a grave:
Stretch'd on the lawn his second hope survey,
Ye vigorous swains! while youth ferments your blood,
See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings : Short is his joy, he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground Ah! what avails his glossy, varying dyes, His purple crest, and scarlet circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold I