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Like their's, dread Power, my chearful morn display'd
The flattering promise of a golden noon;
Died in the gloom of thy diftemper'd frown.,
Yes; ere I told my two and twentieth. year,
Swift from thy quiver flew the deadly dart; Harmless it pafs'd 'mid many a blythe compeer,
And found it's fated entrance near my heart,
Pale as I lay beneath thy ebon wand,
I saw them rove thro? Pleasure's How'ry field I saw Health paint them with her rosy hand,
Eager to burst my bonds, but forc'd to yield.
Yet while this mortal cot of mouldering clay
Shakes at the stroke of thy tremendous power, Ah, must the transient tenant of a day
Bear the rough blast of each tempestuous hour!
Say, shall the terrors thy pale Aag unfolds,
Too rigid queen! unnerve the foul's bright powers ; Till with a joyless smile the eye
beholds Art's magick charms, and Nature's fairy bowers !
No; let me follow ftill, those bowers among,
Her flowery footsteps, as the goddess goes ; Let me, just lifted 'bove th' unletter'd throng,
Read the few books the learned few compose :
And fuffer, when thy awful pleasure calls
The foul to share her frail companion's smart; Yet fuffer me to taite the balm that falls
From Friendship’s tongue, so sweet upon the heart.
Then, tho' each trembling nerve confess thy frown,
E'en till this anxious being shall become But a brief name upon a little stone,
Without one murmur I embrace my doom,
For many a virtue, shelter'd from mankind,
Lives calm with thee, and lord o'er each desire ; And many a feeble frame, whose mighty mind
Each muse has touch'd with her immortal fire.
E’en he *, sole terror of a venal age,
The tuneful bard, whose philofophick soul,
Learn'd many a lesson from thy moral school.
He too t, who' mounts, and keeps his distant way,'
His daring mind thy humanizing glooms Have temper'd with a melancholy ray,
And taught to warble 'mid the village tombs.
Yes, goddess; to thy temple's deep recess
I come; and lay for ever at its door The fyren throng of Follies numberless,
Nor with their flattering fongs should foothe me more.
Thy decent garb Thall o'er iny limbs be spread,
Thy hand shall lead me to thy sober train, Who here retir’d, with pensive Pleasure tread
The silent windings of thy dark domain.
Hither the cherub Charity shall fly
From her bright orb, and brooding o'er my mind, For misery raise a sympathizing sigh,
Pardon for foes, and love for human kind :
Then, while Ambition's trump, from age to age,
It's slaughter'd millions boasts; while Fame shall rear Her deathlefs trophies o'er the bard and fage,
Be mine the widow's figh, the orphan's prayer!
Of brilk-ey'd joy, and friendship's genial bowl,
Of unsuspicious youth, profuse of soul, Delight not ever ; from the boifterous scene
of riot far, and Comus' wild uproar, From Folly's crowd, whose vacant brow serene
Was never knit to Wisdom's frowning lore, Permit me, ye time-hallow'd domes, ye piles
Of rude magnificence, your folemn rest,
Lonely to wander ; no unholy guest,
Unlabour'd numbers apt, your filence drear
Fitly attemper'd, soothe the merciless ear Of Hades, and stern Death, whose iron fway
Great Nature owns thro' all her wide domain ; All that with oary fin cleave their smooth way
Thro’ the green bosom of the spawny main,
And those that to the streaming ether spread,
In many a wheeling glide, their feathery fail ;
That roam o'er forest, hill, or browzed dale ;
That startle from the sleepful lid of light
Of Bacchus, and loud jollity, affright
These many-window'd ifles her glimmering beam ;!
Thrice shall have roll'd her filvery-wheeled team,
To the flow pauses of the funeral knoll ;
Roars in the laugh, and revels o'er the bowl,
Some few, some short-liv'd years and all is paft;
The various maze of life were seen to tread,
As custom urg'd, or wilful nature led;
The nobler virtues undiftinguish'd lie ;
No more to wet Compassion's tearful eye,
Chifiei'd the marble into life, or taught
The nerve that beat with soul, the brow that thought !
The mute-attention rivetting, to the lyre
All in wild raptures flahing heaven's own fire.
The warrior arm ! 'Where sleeps the patriot breast
That lanc'd it's lightning on the towering crest
Pursue, with glory wing'd, your fated way,
The dawn of that inevitable dáy,
The widow'd virtues shall' again deplore,
ws His Britain, and bewail one patriot more ;
9.r ) For soon must thou, too soon! who spread'It abroad
Thy beaming emanations unconfin'd, Doom'd, like some better angel fent of God To scatter blessings over humankind,
01: Union Thou too muft fall, O Pitt! to shine no more,
6:22: And tread those dreadful paths.a Faulkland trod before!
guiti; Fast to the driving winds the marshall'd clouds Sweep discontinuous o'er thetherial plain ;
2wO1 Another still upon another crouds,
All hastening downward to their native mailt,