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This hariag heard and seen, some Pow'r un
Straight chang’d the scene, and snatch'd me from
the throne. Before
view appear'd a structure fair, Its site uncertain, if in earth or air: With rapid motion turn’d the mansion round; With ceaseless noise the ringing walls resound; Not less in number were the spacious doors Than leaves on trees,
the shores; Which still unfolded stand, by night, by day, Pervious to winds, and open ev'ry way. As flames by nature to the skies ascend, As weighty bodies to the centre tend, As to the sea returning rivers roll, And the touch'd needle trembles to the pole; Hither, as to their proper place, arise All various sounds from earth,
and skies, Or spoke aloud, or whisper'd in the ear; Nor ever silence, rest, or peace is here.
As on the smooth expanse of crystal lakės
There various news I heard, of love and strife, Of peace and war, health, sickness, death and
Of loss and gain, of famine and of store;
Of old mismanagements, taxations new :
Above, below, without, within, around, Confus’d, unnumber'd multitudes are found, Who pass, repass, advance, and glide away; Hosts rais'd by fear, and phantoms of a day: Astrologers, that future fates foreshew; Projectors, quacks, and lawyers not a few; And priests, and party zealots, num'rous bands, With home-born lies, or tales from foreign
Each talk'd aloud, or in some secret place;
So from a spark that kindled first by chance, With gath’ring force the quick’ning flames ad
vance; "Till to the clouds their curling heads aspire, And tow'rs and temples sink in floods of fire.
When thus ripe lies are to perfection sprung, Full grown, and fit to grace a mortal tongue, Thro'-thousand vents impatient forth they flow, And rush in millions on the world below; FAME sits aloft, and points them out their
Their date determines, and prescribes their
force; Some to remain, and some to perish soon; Or wane and wax, alternate, like the moon. Around a thousand winged wonders fly, Borne by the trumpet's blast, and scatter'd thro'
There, at one passage, oft you might survey A lie and truth contending for the way;
And long 't was doubtful, both so closely pent,
At last agreed, together out they fly,
While thus I stood, intent to see and hear, One came, methought, and whisper'd in my ear: " What could thus high thy rash ambition raise ? Art thou, fond youth, a candidate for praise ?”
“ 'T is true, said I, not void of hopes I came, For who so fond, as youthful bards, of Fame ? But few, alas! the casual blessing boast, So hard to gain, so easy to be lost. How vain that second life in others' breath,
Th'estate which wits inherit after death!
Ease, health, and life, for this they must resign;