Flung backwards in the chase, soon drops its hold; Heaven's portals wide expand to let him in; But for his train. It was his royal will, That where he is, there should his followers be. Of all the flowers that paint the further bank, And smiled so sweet of late. Thrice welcome death! That, after many a painful bleeding step, 4 Conducts us to our home; and lands us safe On the long-wish'd-for shore. Prodigious change! Our bane turn'd to a blessing! Death, disarm'd, Loses it fellness quite. All thanks to Him Who scourg'd the venom out. Sure the last end A life well spent, whose early care it was Yet, like the sun, seems larger at his setting! That's hamper'd, struggles hard to get away; Of the fast-coming harvest. Then, O then! Rests too in hope of meeting once again. Its better half, never to sunder more. Nor shall it hope in vain:-The time draws on, When not a single spot of burial earth, Make up the full account; not the least atom Each soul shall have a body ready furnish'd; Ask not, how this can be? Sure the same pow'r His faithfulness stands bound to see it done. When the dread trumpet sounds, the slumb'ring dust, (Not unattentive to the call,) shall wake; And ev'ry joint possess its proper place, With a new elegance of form, unknown To its first state. Nor shall the conscious soul Mistake its partner; but, amidst the crowd, Shall rush, with all the impatience of a man That's new come home, and, having long been absent, With haste runs over every different room, In pain to see the whole. Thrice happy meeting! "Tis but a night, a long and moonless night; WILLIAM FALCONER. 1730-1770. WILLIAM FALCONER, a Scotch sailor, born of humble parents in Edinburgh, published in 1762 his Shipwreck, a poem which depicted an actual disaster, and introduced into literature the technicalities of seamanship. The Shipwreck is a composition of singular merit from a man with Falconer's opportunities. The scene of the disaster is Cape Colonna (the ancient Sunium) in Greece, and the poet alludes with power and beauty to the classic objects of these shores. The characters are drawn with vigor and graphicness of lineament. The technical terms of a ship's management are interwoven with great skill into a harmonious versification; and, in his description of the storm and of the catastrophe, the poet rises into sublimity, while the whole scene is mellowed by the most amiable and tender affections of humanity. Falconer perished on board an East India merchantman, which was supposed to have foundered in the Indian Ocean. |