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This band dismiss'd, behold another crowd Preferr'd the same request, and lowly bow'd ; The constant tenour of whose well-spent days No less deserv'd a just return of praise. But straight the direful trump of Slander
sounds; Thro' the big dome the doubling thunder
bounds ; Loud as the burst of cannon rends the skies, The dire report thro' ev'ry region flies ; In ev'ry ear incessant rumours rung, And gath'ring scandals grew on ev'ry tongue. From the black trumpet's rusty concave broke Sulphureous ffames, and clouds of rolling smoke': The pois'nous vapour blots the purple skies, And withers all before it as it flies.
A troop came next, who crowns and armour
And proud defiance in their looks they bore: “For thee” (they cried) “amidst alarms and strife We sail'd in tempests down the stream of life ;
For thee whole nations fill'd with flames and
blood, And swam to empire thro' the purple flood.. Those ills we dar'd thy inspiration own; Wliat virtue seem'd, was done for thee alone.” “ Ambitious fools !” (the Queen replied, and
frown'd) “ Be all your acts in deep oblivion drown'd : There sleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone; Your statues moulder'd, and your names. un
known !” A sudden cloud straight snatch'd them from my
sight; And each majestic phantom sunik in night.
Then came the smallest tribe I
yet Plain was their dress, and modest was their
" Great idol of mankind! we neither claim
'T is all we beg thee, to conceal from sight
“ And live there men who slight immortal fame? Who then with incense shall adore our name? But, mortals ! know,'t is still our greatest pride To blaze those virtues which the good would hide. Rise! Muses, rise! add all your tuneful breath; These must not sleep in darkness and in death.” She said: in air the trembling music floats, And on the winds triumphant swell the notes; So soft tho' high, so loud and yet so clear, . Ev'n list'ning angels lean from heav'n to hear: To farthest shores th' ambrosial spirit flies, Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies.
Next these, a youthful train their vows ex
press'd, With feathers crown'd, with gay embroid'ry
“Hither," (they cried),“ direct your eyes, and ste
pay due visits, and address the fair:
The Queen assents, the trumpet rends the skies, And at each blast a lady's honour dies.
Pleas'd with the strange success, vast numbers
press'd Around the shrine, and made the same request: What, you !” (she cryd) “ unlearn’d in arts to
pleasc, Slaves to yourselves, and ev'n fatigu'd with ease,
Who lose a length of undeserving days
round; Whispers are heard, with taunts reviling loud, And scornful hisses run thro' all the crowd.
Last, those who boast of mighty mischiefs done, Enslave their country, or usurp a throne;. Or who their glory's dire foundation laid On Sov'reigns ruin'd, or on friends betray'd; Calm thinking villains, whom no faith could fix, Of crooked counsels and dark politics :Of these a gloomy tribe surround the throne, And beg to make th' immortal treasons known. The trumpet roars, long flaky flames expire, · With sparks that seem’d to set the world on fire. At the dread sound pale mortals stood aghast, And startled nature trembled with the blast,