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Yet oft their hearts with kindling hopes would burn;
sky, Burst in full blaze the day spring from on high; Earth's utmost ises exulted at the fight, And crowding nations drank the orient light. Lo, star-led chiefs Affyrian odours bring, And bending magi seek their infant King ! Mask'd ye, where, hovering o'er His radiant head, The Dove's white wings celestial glory lhed ? Daughter of Sion! virgin queen! rejoice! Clap the glad hand, and lift the exulting voice! He comes, but not in regal splendor drest, The haughty diadem, the Tyrian veft; Not arm'd in flame, all glorious from afar, Of hosts the chieftain, and the lord of war : Messiah comes :- let furious difcord cease ; Be peace on earth before the Prince of peace ! Disease and anguish feel his blest controul, And howling fiends release the tortur'd soul ; . The beams of gladness hell's dark caves illume, And Mercy broods above the diftant gloom.
Thou palsied earth, with noonday night o'erspread! Thou sickening fun, so dark, so deep, fo red !
Ye hovering ghosts that throng the starless air,
Be dark, thou fun! choy noonday night, arise!
Ye faithful few, by bold affection led, Who round the Saviour's cross your sorrows shed, Not for his sake your tearful vigils keep ;Weep for your country, for your children weep ! (6)
Vengeance! thy fiery wing their race pursu'd; Thy thirsty poniard blush'd with infant blood. Rous'd at thy call, and panting still for game, The bird of war, the Latian eagle came. Then Judah rag'd, by ruffian Discord led, Drunk with the fteamy carnage of the dead : He saw his sons by dubious Naughter fall, And War without, and Death within the wall. Wide-wafting Plague, gaunt Famine, mad Despair, And dire Debate, and clamorous Strife was there: Love, strong as Death, retain'd his might no more, And the pale parent drank her children's gore. Yet they, who wont to roam th'ensanguin'd plain, And Spurn with fell delight their kindred Nain; E'en they, when, high above the dusty fight, Their burning temple rose in lurid light, To their lov'd altars paid a parting groan, And in their country's woes forgot their own.
As 'mid the cedar courts, and gates of gold, The trampled ranks in miry carnage roll's;
6] Luke xxiii. 27, 28.
To save their Temple ev'ry hand essay'd,
But heavier far the fetter'd captive's doom!
Ah! fruitful now no more an empty coaft,
Oh, lives there one, who mocks his artless zeal ? Too proud to worship, and too wise to feel ? Be his the soul with wintry reason blest, The dull lethargic sovereign of the breast! Be his the life that creeps in dead repose, No joy that sparkles, and no tear that iows !
Far other they who rear'd that pompous fhrine, (7) And bade the rock with Parian marble shine. Then hallow'd Peace renew'd her wealthy reign, Then altars (mok'd, and Sion (mild again. There sculptur'd gold and costly gems were seen, And all the bounties of the British Queen ;(8) There barbarous kings their sandal'd nations led, And steel-clad champions bow'd the crested head. There, when her fiery race the desert pour'd, And pale Byzantium fear'd Medina's sword, When coward Asia shook in trembling woe, And bent appal'd before the Bactrian bow; From the moist regions of the western star The wandering Hermit wak'd the form of war. (9) Their limbs all iron, and their souls all flame, A countless hoft, the red-cross warriors came ; E’en hoary priests the sacred combat wage, And clothe in steel the pallied arm of age; While beardless youths and tender maids aflume The weighty morion and the glancing plume. In bashful pride the warrior virgins wield The ponderous falchion and the fun-like shield, And start to see their armour's įron gleam Dance with blue luftre in Tabaria's stream.
The blood--red banner floating o'er their van, , All madly blithe the mingled myriads ran: ::: Impatient Death beheld his destin'd food, And hovering vultures snuff'd the scent of blood."
7) The Temple of the Sepulchre.
8) St Helena, who was, according to Cambden, born at Colchester.
9) Peter the Hermit.
Not such the numbers, nor the host so dread By northern Brenn, or Scythian Timur led, (10) Nor such the heart-inspiring zeal that bore United Greece to Phrygia's reedy shore ! There Gaul's proud knights with boastful 'mien
When he, from towery Malta's yielding ille,
10) Brennus and Tamerlane.