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Once did I shine among the great, And once was number'd with the gay; Now grandeur leaves me to my fate, Nor knows, nor pities, my decay.

No anxious eye on mine attends Each rising wish to watch with care; And whither now are fled those friends, Who sought me young, who lov'd me fair!

Thus blooms the lily priz'd by all, While summer suns as yet prevail; And there neglected does it fall Before the rude and chilling gale.

No more it claims the virgin's care, No more her fond protection proves, No more the shepherd may compare, This fallen flow'r with her he loves.

Then ruthless on its faded form,
The rains descend, the tempests blow:
None seek to save it from the storm;
None ask, what laid this flow'ret low?

That I so flourish'd, and so fell, These tears, these sighs, these lines attest: Thus much may pale repentance tellHide, blushing virtue, hide the rest.

ODE TO JEHOVAH.

FROM THE HEBREW OF MOSES.

IN high Jehovah's praise, my strain
Of triumph shall the Chorus lead,
Who plung'd beneath the rolling main,
The horseman with his vaunted steed.
Dread breaker of our servile chains!
By whom our arm in strength remains,
The scented algum forms thy car:

Our father's God, thy name we raise
Beyond the bounds of mortal praise,
The chieftain and the Lord of war.

Far, in the caverns of the deep,

Their chariots sunk to rise no more,
Aud Pharaoh's mighty warriors sleep,
Where the Red-sea's huge monsters roar.
Plung'd like a rock amid the wave,
Around their heads the billows lave,
Down-down the yawning gulph they go:
Dash'd by the high expanded hand
To pieces, on the pointed sand,
That lines the shelving rocks below.

What lambent lightenings round thee gleam,
Thy foes in blackening heaps to strew!
As o'er wide fields of stubble, stream

The flames, in undulations blue:

And lo the waters of the deep Swell in one enormous heap, Collected at thy nostrils breath:

The bosom of the abyss reveal'd, Wall'd with huge chrystal waves, congeal'd, Yawns hideous as the gate of death.

"Swift steeds of Egypt, speed your course, "And swift, ye scythed chariots, roll; "Not Ocean's bed impedes our force, "Red vengeance soon shall glut our soul; "Soon shall the sabre sharp embrue "Its glimmering edge in gory dew."Impatient cried the exulting foe;

When, ponderous as a mass of lead,
They sink, and sudden o'er their head
The bursting waves impetuous flow.

But THOU, in whose sublime abode
Resistless might and mercy dwell,
Our voices, high o'er every God,
To thee, the lofty lay shall swell.
Outstretch'd, we saw thy red right-hand,
The earth her solid jaws expand;
Down, down the gulph, alive, they sink,
While we, within the incumbent main,
Beheld the tumbling floods, in vain
Storm on our narrow pathway's brink.

But far as Fame's shrill notes resound,
With dire dismay the nations hear;
Old Edom's sons, in war renown'd,
And Moab's warriors melt with fear;

The petrifying tale disarms

The might of Canaan's countless swarms;
Appalled their heroes sink supine;
No mailed bands with thrilling cry
The bannered Hebrew host defy,
That moves to conquer Palestine.

Nor burning sands our course invade,
Where Nature's glowing embers lie;
But led by THEE, we safely tread
Beneath the furnace of the sky.
To fields where fertile olives twine
Their branches with the clustering vine,
Soon shalt THOU Jacob's armies bring,
To plant them, by thy mighty hand,
Where the proud towers of Salem stand;
While JAO reigns their warrior king.

Low in the deep's unfathomed caves,

The warrior's rest, of Mazur's land,
Save when the surge that idly raves,
Heaves their cold corses on the sand.
With courage unappalled, in vain
They rush'd within the channel'd main ;
Their heads the billows folded o'er;
While THOU thy chosen host hast led,
Through the green Ocean's coral bed,
To ancient Edom's palmy shore.

H.

The memory of the wonderful event, which this Hebrew Ode commemorates, according to Diodorus, was long preserved by tradition among the natives of the African shore of the Red Sea. The ancient Hebrew, or rather Arabic names, of different mountains or passes on the African and Arabian shores of that sea, are still retained with little variation.

THE JOY OF GRIEF." OSSIAN.

SWEET the hour of tribulation,

When the heart can freely sigh,

And the tear of resignation
Twinkles in the mournful eye!

Have you

felt a kind emotion

Tremble thro' your troubled breast, Soft as Evening o'er the ocean,

When she charms the waves to rest?

Have you lost a friend, a brother?
Heard a father's parting breath?

Gazed upon a lifeless mother,

Till she seem'd to wake from death?

Have you felt a spouse expiring
In your arms, before your view?
Watch'd the lovely soul retiring
From her eyes, that closed on you?

Did not grief then grow romantic,
Raving on remember'd bliss ?
Did you not, with fervor frantic,
Kiss the lips, that felt no kiss?

Yes!--but when you bad resign'd her,
Life and you were reconciled;
Anna left,—she left behind her,
One, one dear,-one only child!

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