13.

"Not for the guilty few;

Nor for the erring multitude, The ignorant many, wickedly misled,.. Send thou thy vengeance down Upon a land so long the dear abode Of Freedom, Knowledge, Virtue, Faith, approved, . Thine own beloved land! Oh let not Hell prevail Against her past deserts, . . Against her actual worth.. Against her living hopes, .. Against the Prayers that rise From righteous hearts this hour!

14.

"Plead with me, O ye Dead! whose sacred dust
Is laid in hope within her hallow'd soil,
Plead with me for your Country, suffering now
Beneath such loathsome plagues,

As ancient Egypt in her slime
And hot corruption bred.
Plead with me at this hour
All wise and upright Minds,
All honourable Hearts,..
For ye abhor the sins
Which, o'er the guilty land,
Have drawn this gather'd storm!
Plead with me Souls unborn,

Ye who are doomed upon this fateful spot
To pass your pilgrimage,

Earth's noblest heritors,

Or children of a ruin'd realm, to shame
And degradation born, ..

(For this is on the issue of the hour!) Plead with me, unborn Spirits! that the wrath Deserved, may pass away!

15.

"Join in my supplication, Seas and Lands, .. I call upon you all!

Thou, Europe, in whose cause,
Alone and undismay'd,

The generous nation strove;
For whose deliverance in the Spanish fields
Her noblest blood was pour'd
Profusely; and on that Brabantine plain,
(The proudest fight that e'er
By virtuous victory

Was hallowed to all time.)

Join, with me, Africa!

For here hath thy redemption had its birth; ..

Thou, India, who art blest

With peace and equity

Beneath her easy sway;..
And thou, America, who owest
The large and inextinguishable debt

Of filial love!.. And

ye,

Remote Antarctic Isles and Continent,

Where the glad tidings of the Gospel truth, Her children are proclaiming faithfully ; Join with me now to wrest

The thunderbolt from that relenting arm!.. Plead with me, Earth and Ocean, at this hour,

Thou, Ocean, for thy Queen,
And for thy benefactress, thou, O Earth!”

16.

The Angel ceased;

The vision fled;

The wind arose,

The clouds were rent,

They were drifted and scatter'd abroad;
And as I look'd, and saw

Where through the clear blue sky the silver Moon
Moved in her light serene,

A healing influence reach'd my heart,
And I felt in my soul

That the voice of the Angel was heard.

Keswick, 1820.

ODE

ON

THE PORTRAIT OF BISHOP HEBER.