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To priestly domination and the lust

Than all the blandishments of sound his ear, Of lawless courts, their amiable toil

Than all of taste his tongue. Nor ever yet For three inglorious ages have resign'd,

The melting rainbow's vernal-tinctur'd hues In vain reluctant : and Torquato's tongue To me have shone so pleasing, as when first Was tun'd for slavish pæans at the throne

The hand of Science pointed out the path Of tinsel pomp: and Raphael's magic hand In which the sun-beams gleaming from the rest Effus'd its fair creation to enchant

Fall on the watery cloud, whose darksome reil The fond adoring herd in Latian fanes

Involves the orient; and that trickling shower To blind belief; while on their prostrate necks Piercing through every crystalline convex The sable tyrant plants his heel secure.

Of clustering dew-drops to their flight oppos', But now, behold! the radiant era dawns,

Recoil at length where concave all behind When Freedom's ample fabric, fix'd at length The internal surface on each glassy orb For endless years on Albion's happy shore

Repels their forward passage into air ; In full proportion, once more shall extend That thence direct they seek the radiant goal To all the kindred powers of social bliss

From which their course began; and, as they strike A common mansion, a parental roof.

In different lines the gazer's obvious eye, There shall the Virtues, there shall Wisdom's train, Assume a different lustre, through the brede Their long-lost friends rejoining, as of old, Of colours changing from the splendid rose Embrace the smiling family of Arts,

To the pale violet's dejected hue. The Muses and the Graces. Then no more

Or shall we touch that kind access of joy, Shall Vice, distracting their delicious gifts That springs to each fair object, while we trace To aims abhorr'd, with high distaste and scorn Through all its fabric, Wisdom's artful aim Turn from their charms the philosophic eye, Disposing every part, and gaining still The patriot-bosom; then no more the paths By means proportion'd her benignant end? Of public care or intellectual toil,

Speak, ye, the pure delight, whose favour'd stepe Alone by footsteps haughty and severe

The lamp of Science through the jealous maze In gloomy state be trod : the harmonious Muse, Of Nature guides, when haply you reveal And her persuasive sisters, then shall plant Her secret honours : whether in the sky, Their sheltering laurels o'er the black ascent, The beauteous laws of light, the central powers And scatter flowers along the rugged way. That wheel the pensile planets round the year ; Arm'd with the lyre, already have we dar'd Whether in wonders of the rolling deep, To pierce divine Philosophy's retreats,

Or the rich fruits of all-sustaining earth, And teach the Muse her lore; already strove Or fine-adjusted springs of life and sense, Their long-divided honours to unite,

Ye scan the counsels of their author's hand. While tempering this deep argument we sang

What, when to raise the meditated scene, Of Truth and Beauty. Now the same glad task The flame of passion through the struggling soul Impends; now urging our ambitious toil,

Deep-kindled, shows across that sudden blaze We hasten to recount the various springs

The object of its rapture, vast of size, Of adventitious pleasure, which adjoin

With fiercer colours and a night of shade? Their grateful influence to the prime effect What? like a storm from their capacious bed Of objects grand or beauteous, and enlarge The sounding seas o'erwhelming, when the maigla The complicated joy. The sweets of sense, Of these eruptions, working from the depth Do they not oft with kind accession flow,

Of man's strong apprehension, shakes his frame To raise harmonious Fancy's native charm ? Even to the base ; from every naked sense So while we taste the fragrance of the rose, Of pain or pleasure dissipating all Glows not her blush the fairer? While we view Opinion's feeble coverings, and the veil Amid the noontide walk a limpid rill

Spun from the cobweb fashion of the times Gush through the trickling herbage, to the thirst To hide the feeling heart? Then Nature speaks Of summer yielding the delicious draught Her genuine language, and the words of men, Of cool refreshment; o'er the mossy brink Big with the very motion of their souls, Shines not the surface clearer, and the waves Declare with what accumulated force With sweeter music murmur as they flow? The impetuous nerve of passion urges on Nor this alone; the various lot of life

The native weight and energy of things Oft from external circumstance assumes

Yet more: her honours where nor beauty claims A moment's disposition to rejoice

Nor shows of good the thirsty sense allure, In those delights which at a different hour

From Passion's power alone our nature holds Would pass unheeded. Fair the face of Spring, Essential pleasure. Passion's fieree illapse When rural songs and odours wake the Morn, Rouses the mind's whole fabric; with supplies To every eye; but how much more to his

Of daily impulse keeps the elastic powers
Round whom the bed of sickness long diffus'd Intensely pois'd, and polishes anew
Its melancholy gloom! how doubly fair,

By that collision all the fine machine :
When first with fresh-born vigour he inhales Elsə rust would rise, and foulness, by degrees
The balmy breeze, and feels the blessed Sun Encumbering, choke at last what Heaven design
Warm at his bosom, from the springs of life For ceaseless motion and a round of toil.
Chasing oppressive damps and languid pain ! -But say, does every passion thus to man

Or shall I mention, where celestial Truth Administer delight? That name indeed Her aweful light discloses, to bestow

Becomes the rosy breath of Love; becomes A more majestic pomp on Beauty's frame? The radiant smiles of Joy, the applauding hand For man loves knowledge, and the beams of Truth Of Admiration : but the bitter shower More welcome touch his understanding's eye, That Sorrow sheds upon a brother's grave,

ut the dumb palsy of nocturnal Fear,

" • Vain are thy thoughts, child of mortal r those consuming fires that gnaw the heart

birth! f panting Indignation, find we there

And impotent thy tongue. Is thy short span o move delight ?- Then listen while my tongue Capacious of this universal frame he unalter'd will of Heaven with faithful awe Thy wisdom all-sufficient? Thou, alas! eveals ; what old Harmodius, wont to teach Dost thou aspire to judge between the Lord [y early age; Harmodius, who had weigh'd Of Nature and his works? to lift thy voice Tithin his learned mind whate'er the schools Against the sovereign order he decreed, of Wisdom, or thy lonely-whispering voice, All good and lovely? to blaspheme the bands faithful Nature ! dictate of the laws

Of tenderness innate, and social love, Thich govern and support this mighty frame Holiest of things! by which the general orb f universal being. Oft the hours

Of being, as by adamantine links, 'rom morn to eve have stolen unmark'd away, Was drawn to perfect union, and sustain'd Vhile mute attention hung upon his lips,

From everlasting ? Hast thou felt the pangs is thus the sage his aweful tale began.

Of softening sorrow, of indignant zeal “'T was in the windings of an ancient wood, So grievous to the soul, as thence to wish Vhen spotless youth with solitude resigns

The ties of Nature broken from thy frame; 'o sweet philosophy the studious day,

That so thy selfish, unrelenting heart
Vhat time pale Autumn shades the silent eve, Might cease to mourn its lot, no longer then
susing I rov'd. Of good and evil much,

The wretched heir of evils not its own ?
İnd much of mortal man, my thought revolv'd ; O fair benevolence of generous minds !
Vhen starting full on Fancy's gushing eye O man by Nature form'd for all mankind !
The mournful image of Parthenia's fate,

“ He spoke ; abash'd and silent I remain'd,
Chat hour, O long belov'd and long deplor'd ! As conscious of my tongue's offence, and aw'd
Vhen blooming youth, nor gentlest Wisdom's arts, Before his presence, though my secret soul
For Hymen's honours gather'd for thy brow, Disdain'd the imputation. On the ground
Nor all thy lover's, all thy father's tears

I fix'd my eyes; till from his airy couch Avail'd to snatch thee from the cruel grave; He stoop'd sublime, and touching with his hand shy agonizing looks, thy last farewell,

My dazzling forehead, · Raise thy sight,' he cry'd, struck to the inmost feeling of my soul

* And let thy sense convince thy erring tongue.' As with the hand of Death. At once the shade “ I look'd, and lo! the former scene was chang'd; More horrid nodded o'er me, and the winds For verdant alleys and surrounding trees, Vith hoarser murmuring shook the branches. Dark A solitary prospect, wide and wild, As midnight storms, the scene of human things Rush'd on my senses. 'T was an horrid pile Appear'd before me ; deserts, burning sands, Of hills, with many a shaggy forest mix’d, Where the parch'd adder dies; the frozen south, With many a sable cliff and glittering stream. And Desolation blasting all the west

Aloft, recumbent o'er the hanging ridge, With rapine and with murder : tyrant Power The brown woods wav'd; while ever-trickling Here sits enthron'd with blood; the baleful charms

springs Of Superstition there infect the skies,

Wash'd from the naked roots of oak and pine And turn the Sun to horrour. Gracious Heaven! The crumbling soil; and still at every fall What is the life of man? Or cannot these,

Down the steep windings of the channel'd rock, Vot these portents thy aweful will suffice? Remurmuring rush'd the congregated foods That, propagated thus beyond their scope,

With hoarser inundation ; till at last They ri se to act their cruelties anew

They reach'd a grassy plain, which from the skirts In my afflicted bosom, thus decreed

Of that high desert spread her verdant lap, The universal sensitive of pain,

And drank the gushing moisture, where, confin'd L The wretched heir of evils not its own!

In one smooth current, o'er the lilied vale “ Thus I impatient; when, at once effus'd, Clearer than glass it flow'd. Autumnal spoils, A flashing torrent of celestial day

(scent Luxuriant spreading to the rays of morn, Burst through the shadowy void. With slow de- / Blush'd o'er the cliffs, whose half-encircling mound A purple cloud came floating tlırough the sky, As in a sylvan theatre enclos'd And pois’d at length within the circling trees, That flowery level. On the river's brink Hung obvious to my view ; till opening wide I spy'd a fair pavilion, which diffus'd Its lucid orb, a more than human form

Its floating umbrage 'mid the silver shade Emerging lean'd majestic o'er my head,

Of osiers. Now the western Sun reveal'd And instant thunder shook the conscious grove. Between two parting cliffs his golden orb, Then melted into air the liquid cloud,

And pour'd across the shadow of the hills, Then all the shining vision stcod reveald.

On rocks and floods, a yellow stream of light A wreath of palm his ample forehead bound, That cheer'd the solemn scene. My listening powers And o'er his shoulder, mantling to his knee, Were aw'd, and every thought in silence hung, Flow'd the transparent robe, around his waist And wondering expectation. Then the voice Collected with a radiant zone of gold

Of that celestial power, the mystic show Ethereal : there in mystic signs engrav'd,

Declaring, thus my deep attention call'd. I read his office high, and sacred name,

« • Inhabitants of Earth, to whom is given Genius of human kind. Appall'd I gaz'd The gracious ways of Providence to learn, The godlike presence ; for athwart his brow Receive my sayings with a stedfast ear Displeasure, temper'd with a mild concern, Know then, the sovereign spirit of the world, Look'd down reluctant on me, and his words Though, self-collected from eternal time, Like distant thunders broke the murmuring air. Within his own deep essence he beheld

The bounds of true felicity complete;

Before his eyes for ever to behold; Yet by immense benignity inclin'd

The goddess from whose inspiration flows To spread around him that primeval joy

The toil of patriots, the delight of friends ; Which fill'd himself, he rais'd his plastic arm,

Without whose work divine, in Heaven or Earth, And sounded through the hollow depth of space Nought lovely, nought propitious, comes to pass, The strong, creative mandate. Straight arose Nor hope, nor praise, nor honour. Her the Sire These heavenly orbs, the glad abodes of life Gave it in charge to rear the blooming mind, Effusive kindled by his breath divine

The folded powers to open, to direct Through endless forms of being. Each inhal'd The growth luxuriant of his young desires, From him its portion of the vital flame,

And from the laws of this majestic world In measure such, that, from the wide complex To teach him what was good. As thus the nymp Of co-existent orders, one might rise,

Her daily care attended, by her side One order, all-involving and entire.

With constant steps her gay companions stay'd, He too beholding in the sacred light

The fair Euphrosyné, the gentle queen Of his essential reason, all the shapes

Of smiles, and graceful gladness, and delights Of swift contingence, all successive ties

That cheer alike the hearts of mortal men Of action propagated through the sum

And powers immortal. See the shining pair! of possible existence, he at once,

Behold, where from his dwelling now disclos'd Down the long series of eventful time,

They quit their youthful charge and seek the skis So fir'd the dates of being, so dispos’d,

“ I look'd, and on the flowery turf there stood To every living soul of every kind

Between two radiant forms, a smiling youth, The field of motion and the hour of rest,

Whose tender cheeks display'd the vernal flower That all conspir’d to his supreme design,

Of beauty ; sweetest innocence illum'd To universal good: with full accord

His bashful eyes, and on his polish'd brow Answering the mighty model he had chosen, Sate young Simplicity. With fond regard The best and fairest of unnumber'd worlds, He view'd the associates, as their steps they mor'd; That lay from everlasting in the store

The younger chief his ardent eyes detain'd, Of his divine conceptions. Nor content,

With mild regret invoking her return. By one exertion of creative power

Bright as the star of evening she appear'd His goodness to reveal ; through every age,

Amid the dusky scene. Eternal youth Through every moment up the tract of time, O'er all her form its glowing honours breath'd; His parent-hand, with ever-new increase

And smiles eternal from her candid eyes Of happiness and virtue, has adorn'd

Flow'd, like the dewy lustre of the morn The vast harmonious frame: his parent hand, Effusive trembling on the placid waves. From the mute shell-fish gasping on the shore, The spring of Heaven had shed its blushing spas To men, to angels, to celestial minds,

To bind her sable tresses: full diffus'd
For ever leads the generations on

Her yellow mantle floated in the breeze;
To higher scenes of being; while supply'd And in her hand she wav'd a living branch
From day to day with his enlivening breath, Rich with immortal fruits, of power to calm
Inferior orders in succession rise

The wrathful heart, and from the brightening eyes To fill the void below. As flame ascends,

To chase the cloud of sadness. More sublime As bodies to their proper centre move,

The heavenly partner mov’d. The prime of a As the pois’d ocean to the attracting Moon Compos'd her steps. The presence of a god, Obedient swells, and every headlong stream High on the circle of her brow enthron'd, Devolves its winding waters to the main ;

From each majestic motion darted awe, So all things which have life aspire to God, Devoted awe! till, cherish'd by her looks The Sun of being, boundless, unimpair'd,

Benevolent and meet, confiding love Centre of souls! Nor do the faithful voice To filial rapture soften'd all the soul. Of Nature cease to prompt their eager steps Free in her graceful hand she pois’d the sword Aright; nor is the care of Heaven withheld Of chaste dominion. An heroic crown From granting to the task proportion'd aid; Display'd the old simplicity of pomp That in their stations all may persevere

Around her honour'd head. A matron's robe, To climb the ascent of being, and approach White as the sunshine streams through renal For ever nearer to the life divine.

clouds, • That rocky pile thou seest, that verdant lawn Her stately form invested. Hand in hand Fresh-water'd from the mountains. Let the scene The immortal pair forsook the enamelld green, Paint in thy fancy the primeval seat

Ascending slowly. Rays of limpid light Of man, and where the will supreme ordain'd Gleam'd round their path; celestial sounds were His mansion, that pavilion fair diffus'd

heard, Along the shady brink; in this recess

And through the fragrant air ethereal dews To wear the appointed season of his youth,

Distillid around them ; till at once the clouds, Till riper hours should open to his toil

Disparting wide in midway sky, withdrew The high communion of superior minds,

Their airy veil, and left a bright expanse Of consecrated heroes and of gods.

Of empyrean flame, where spent and drown'd, Nor did the Sire Omnipotent forget

Afflicted vision plung'd in vain to scan His tender bloom to cherish; nor withheld What object it involv'd. My feeble eyes Celestial footsteps from his green abode.

Indur'd not. Bending down to Eart. I stood, Oft from the radiant honours of his throne,

With dumb attention. Soon a female voice, He sent whom most he lov'd, the sovereign fair, As watery murmurs sweet, or warbling shades, The effluence of his glory, whom he plac'd With sacred invocation thus began.


• Father of gods and mortals! whose right arm | Her features. From the glooms which hung around
With reins eternal guides the moving heavens, No stain of darkness mingled with the beam
Bend thy propitious ear. Behold well pleas'd Of her divine effulgence. Now they stoop
I seek to finish thy divine decree.

Upon the river-bank; and now to hail,
With frequent steps I visit yonder seat

His wonted guests, with eager steps advanc'd Of man, thy offspring ; from the tender seeds The unsuspecting inmate of the shade. Of justice and of wisdom, to evolve

“ As when a famish'd wolf, that all night long The latent honours of his generous frame;

Had rang'd the Alpine snows, by chance at morn Iill thy conducting hand shall raise his lot

Sees from a cliff incumbent o'er the smoke
From Earth's dim scene to these ethereal walks, Of some lone village, a neglected kid
The temple of thy glory. But not me,

That strays along the wild for herb or spring; Not my directing voice, he oft requires,

Down from the winding ridge he sweeps amain, Or hears delighted : this enchanting maid,

And thinks he tears him: so with tenfold rage, The associate thou hast given me, her alone The monster sprung remorseless on his prey. He loves, O Father! absent, her he craves ; Amaz’d the stripling stood: with panting breast And but for her glad presence ever join'd, Feebly he pour'd the lamentable wail Rejoices not in mine: that all my hopes

Of helpless consternation, struck at once, This thy benignant purpose to fulfil,

And rooted to the ground. The queen beheld I deem uncertain : and my daily cares

His terrour, and with looks of tenderest care Unfruitful all and vain, unless by thee

Advanc'd to save him. Soon the tyrant felt Still further aided in the work divine.'

Her aweful power.

His keen, tempestuous arm “ She ceas'd; a voice more aweful thus reply'd. Hung nerveless, nor descended where his rage : 0 thou! in whom for ever I delight,

Had aim'd the deadly blow : then dumb retir'd Fairer than all the inhabitants of Heaven,

With sullen rancour. Lo! the sovran maid Best image of thy author ! far from thee

Folds with a mother's arms the fainting boy, Be disappointment, or distaste, or blame;

Till life rekindles in his rosy cheek ; (tongue. Who soon or late shall every work fulll,

Then grasps his hands, and cheers him with her And no resistance find. If man refuse

“Õ wake thee, rouse thy spirit! Shall the spite To hearken to thy dictates; or, allur'd

Of yon tormentor thus appal thy heart, By meaner joys, to any other power

While I, thy friend and guardian, am at hand Transfer the honours due to thee alone;

To rescue and to heal? O let thy soul That joy which he pursues he ne'er shall taste, Remember, what the will of Heaven ordains That power in whom delighteth ne'er behold. Is ever good for all; and if for all, Go then, once more, and happy be thy toil : Then good for thee. Nor only by the warmth Go then! but let not this thy smiling friend And soothing sunshine of delightful things Partake thy footsteps. In her stead, behold! Do minds grow up and flourish. Oft misled With thee the son of Nemesis I send;

By that bland light, the young unpractis'd views
The fiend abhorr'd! whose vengeance takes account of reason wander through a fatal road,
Of sacred Order's violated laws.

Far from their native aim; as if to lie
See where he calls thee, burning to be gone, Inglorious in the fragrant shade, and wait
Fierce to exhaust the tempest of his wrath

The soft access of ever-circling joys,
On yon devoted head. But thou, my child, Were all the end of being. Ask thyself,
Controul his cruel phrenzy, and protect

This pleasing errour did it never lull
Thy tender charge ; that when Despair shall grasp Thy wishes? Has thy constant heart refus'd
His agonizing bosom, he may learn,

The silken fetters of delicious ease ? Then he may learn to love the gracious hand Or when divine Euphrosyné appear'd Alone sufficient in the hour of ill

Within this dwelling, did not thy desires To save his feeble spirit; then confess

Hang far below the measure of thy fate, Thy genuine honours, () excelling fair !

Which I reveal'd before thee? and thy eyes, When all the plagues that wait the deadly will Impatient of my counsels, turn away of this avenging demon, all the storms

To drink the soft effusion of her smiles ? Of night infernal, serve but to display

Know then, for this the everlasting Sire The energy of thy superior charms

Deprives thee of her presence, and instead, With mildest awe triumphant o'er his rage,

O wise and still benevolent! ordains And shining clearer in the horrid gloom.'

| This horrid visage hither to pursue “ Here ceas'd that aweful voice, and soon I felt My steps ; that so thy nature may discern The cloudy curtain of refreshing eve

Its real good, and what alone can save Was clos'd once more, from that immortal fire Thy feeble spirit in this hour of ill Sheltering my eye-lids. Looking up, I view'd From folly and despair. O yet belov'd! A vast gigantic spectre striding on

Let not this headlong terrour quite o'erwhelm Through murmuring thunders and a waste of clouds, Thy scatter'd powers; nor fatal deem the rage With dreadful action. Black as night, his brow Of this tormentor, nor his proud assault, Relentless frowns involv'd. His savage limbs While I am here to vindicate thy toil, With sharp impatience violent he writh’d,

Above the generous question of thy arm. As through convulsive anguish ; and his hand, Brave hy thy fears, and in thy weakness strong, Arm'd with a scorpion-lash, full oft he rais'd This hour he triumphs; but confront his might, In madness to his bosom; while his eyes

And dare him to the combat, then with ease Rain'd bitter tears, and bellowing loud he shook Disarm'd and quell’d, his fierceness he resigns The void with horrour. Silent by his side

To bondage and to scorn ; while thus inur'd The virgin came. No discomposure stirr’d By watchful danger, by unceasing toil,

BO The immortal mind, superior to his fate,

May sometiines dare intrude, yet never more Amid the outrage of external things,

Shalt thou, descending to the abode of man, Firm as the solid base of this great world, Alone endure the rancour of his arm, DYE Rests on his own foundations. Blow, ye winds! Or leave thy lov'd Euphrosyné belind.' Ye waves ! ye thunders ! roll your tempest on; “ She ended; and the whole romantic scene Shake, ye old pillars of the marble sky!

Immediate vanish'd; rocks, and woods, and rills

, Op Till all its orbs and all its worlds of fire

The mantling tent, and each mysterious form, the Be loosen'd from their seats ; yet still serene, Flew like the pictures of a morning dream, The unconquer'd mind looks down upon the wreck; When sunshine fills the bed. A while I stood And ever stronger as the storms advance,

Perplex'd and giddy; till the radiant power Firm through the closing ruin holds his way, Who bade the visionary landscape rise, Where Nature calls him to the destin'd goal.' As up to him I turn'd, with gentlest looks “ So spake the goddess; while through all her Preventing my inquiry, thus began. frame

“ • There let thy soul acknowledge its complaint Celestial raptures flow'd, in every word,

How blind! how impious! There behold die wzril In every motion kindling warmth divine

Of Heaven's eternal destiny to man, To seize who listen'd. Vehement and swift, For ever just, benevolent, and wise: As lightning fires the aromatic shade

That Virtuc's aweful steps, howe'er pursued In Ethiopian fields, the stripling felt

By vexing Fortune and intrusive Pain, Her inspiration catch his fervid soul,

Should never be divided from her chaste, And starting from his languor thus exclaim'd: Her fair attendant, Pleasure. Need I urge

« « Then let the trial corne! and witness thou, Thy tardy thought through all the various round I If terrour be upon me; if I shrink

Of this existence, that thy softening soul To meet the storm, or faulter in my strength At length may learn what energy the hand When hardest it besets me. Do not think

Of Virtue mingles in the bitter tide That I am fearful and infirm of soul,

Of passion, swelling with distress and pain As late thy eyes beheld; for thou hast chang'd To mitigate the sharp with gracious drops My nature; thy commanding voice has wak'd Of cordial pleasure ? Ask the faithful youth My languid powers to bear me boldly on,

Why the cold urn of her whom long he lor'd Where'er the will divine my path ordains

So often fills his arms; so often draws Through toil or peril: only do not thou

His lonely tootsteps at the silent hour, Forsake me; O be thou for ever near,

To pay the mournful tribute of his tears? That I may listen to thy sacred voice,

Oh! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds And guide by thy decrees my constant feet. Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego But say, for ever are my eyes bereft?

That sacred hour, when, stealing from the noise Say, shall the fair Euphrosyné not once

Of care and envy, sweet remembrance soothes Appear again to charm me? Thou, in Heaven ! With Virtue's kindest looks his aching breast

, Othou eternal arbiter of things!

And turns his tears to rapture. – Ask the crowd Be thy great bidding done: for who am I, Which Hies impatient from the village-walk

, To question thy appointment? Let the frowns To climb the neighbouring cliffs, when far below of this avenger every morn o'ercast

The cruel winds have hur'd upon the coast
The cheerful dawn, and every evening damp Some helpless bark; wliile sacred Pity melts
With double night my dwelling; I will learn The general eye, or Terrour's icy hand
To hail them both, and unrepining bear


Smites their distorted limbs and horrent hair; His hateful presence; but permit my tongue While every mother closer to her breast One glad request, and if my deeds may final Catches her child, and pointing where the waves Thy aweful eye propitious, O restore

Foam through the shatter'd vessel, shrieks aloed die The rosy-featur'd maid, again to cheer

As one poor wretch that spreads his piteous armas This lonely seat, and bless me with her smiles.' For succour, swallow'd by the roaring surge, “ He spoke; when instant through the sable As now another, dash'd against the rock, glooms

Drops lifeless down : 0! deemest thou indeed With which that furious presence had involv'd No kind endearment here by Nature given The ambient air, a flood of radiance came To mutual terrour and Compassion's tears? Swift as the lightning flash; the melting 'clouds No sweetly-melting softness which attracts, Flew diverse, and amid the blue serene

O'er all that edge of pain, the social powers Euphrosyné appear'd. With sprightly step To this their proper action and their end? The nymph alighted on the irriguous lawn,

Ask thy own heart; when at the midnight her, And to her wondering audience thus began. Slow through that studious gloom thy pausing eft, « • Lo! I am here to answer to your vows,

Led by the glimmering taper, moves around And be the meeting fortunate! I come

The sacred volumes of the dead, the songs With joyful tidings; we shall part no more. - of Grecian bards, and records writ by Fame Hark! how the gentle Echo from her cell (strcam For Grecian heroes, where the present power Talks through the cliffs, and murmuring o'er the Of Heaven and Earth surveys the immortai regning Repeats the accents — we shall part no more. Even as a father blessing, while he reads O my delightful friends! well pleas'd on high The praises of his son.

If then thy soul, The Father has beheld you, while the might

Spurning the yoke of these inglorious days, Of that stern foe with bitter trial prov'd

Mix in their deeds and kindle with their liame; Your equal doings; then for ever spake

Say, when the prospect blackens on thy view, The high decree : That thou, celestial maid !

When rooted from the base, heroic states Howe'er that grisly phantom on thy steps

Mourn in the dust, and tremble at the frown

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