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Of social peace; and list’ning Treachery lurks, With pious fraud to snare a brother's life; And childless widows o'er the groaning land Wail numberless; and orphans weep for bread; Thee to defend, dear Saviour of mankind ! l'hee, Lamb of God! Thee, blameless Prince of Peace! From all sides rush the thirsty brood of war; Austria, and that foul woman of the North, The lustful murd’ress of her wedded lord : And he, connatural mind! whom (in their songs, So bards of elder time had haply feigned ;) Some fury fondled in her hate to man, Bidding her serpent hair in mazy surge Lick his young face, and at his mouth imbreathe Horrible sympathy! and leagued with these Each petty German princeling, nurs'd in gore! Soul-harden'd barterers of human blood! Death's prime slave merchants ! scorpion whips of fate! Nor least in savagery of holy zeal, Apt for the yoke, the race degenerate, Whom Britain erst had blush'd to call her sons ! Thee to defend, the Moloch priest prefers The prayer of hate, and bellows to the herd; That Deity, accomplice Deity, In the fierce jealousy of waken'd wrath Will go forth with our armies and our fleets To scatter the red ruin on their foes! O blasphemy! to mingle fiendish deeds With blessedness!
Lord of unsleeping Love, From everlasting Thou ! we shall not die. These, even these, in mercy didst thou form, Teachers of good through evil, by brief wrong Making truth lovely, and her future might Magnetic o'er the fix'd untrembling heart.
ADIEU, ye toyish reeds, that once could please
A brighter power invokes my muse,
See! beck’ning from yon cloud, he stands,
I feel the heavy-rolling God, Incumbent, revel in his frail abode.
How my breast heaves, and pulses beat! I sink, I sink, beneath the furious heat,
The weighty bliss o'erwhelms my breast, And over-flowing joys profusely waste;
Some nobler bard, O sacred Pow'r, inspire, Or soul more large, th' elapses to receive,
And, brighter yet, to catch the fire, And each gay following charm, from death to save. -In vain the suit-the God inflames my breast,
I rave, with extasies opprest,
The leading Deity I have in view,
“ Say, sacred guide, shall this bright clime
When yon sun no longer sbines ?'
The visionary pow'r rejoins :
The great decisive morn shall rise,
On all the trembling world below.'
He said; I mus’d, and thus return'd: "What ensigns, courteous stranger, tell,
Shall the brooding day reveal ?' He answer'd mild
• Already, stupid with their crimes, Blind mortals, prostrate to their idols lie! Such were the boding times
Ere ruin blasted from the sluicy sky, Dissolv'd they lay, in fulsome ease,
And revell’d in luxuriant peace; In bacchanals they did their hours consume, And bacchanals led on their swift, advancing doom.
IV. * Adult'rate Christs already rise,
And dare to 'swage the angry skies; Erratic throngs their Saviour's blood deny ; And from the cross, alas ! He does neglected sigh. The anti-christian power has rais'd his hydra-head, And ruin, only less than Jesus, health, does spread :
So long the gore through poison'd veins has flow'd,
Nature shall paint the shining scene,
• Forward Confusion shall provoke the fray,
In horrid ranges shall advance,
And lightnings join the fearful dance;
And universal terror shed;
And rugged winds the nodding cedars rend.
VI. • Reverse all Nature's web shall run,
And sportless misrule all around,
Order, its flying foe, confound, Whilst backward all the threads shall haste to be unspun,
Triumphant Chaos with his oblique wand, (The wand, with which, ere time begun,
His wand'ring slaves he did command, And made 'em scamper right, and in rude ranges run),
The hostile harmony shall chase, And as the nymph resigns her place,
And panting to the neighb'ring refuge flies,
Adding the terror of his threat;
Stripp'd of his dazzling robes of fire,
No frail eclipse, but all essential shade, Not yielding to primæval gloom,
Whilst day was yet an embryo in the womb, Norglimm’ring in its source, with silver streamers play'd, A jetty mixture of the darkness spread
O’er murmuring Egypt's head; And that which angels drew O'er Nature's face, when Jesus dy'd ; Which sleeping ghosts for this mistook, And, rising, off their hanging funerals shook, [view, And feeting pass'd, expos'd their bloodless breasts to Yet find it not so dark, and to their dormitories glide.
VIII. Now bolder fires appear,
And o'er the palpable obscurement sport, Glaring and gay as falling Lucifer,
Yet mark'd with fate as when he fled th'etherial court And plung'd into the op’ning gulf of night;
A sabre of immortal flame I bore,
And with this arm his flourishing plume I tore, And straight the fiend retreated from the fight.