The trumpet's found each fragrant mote shall hear,
Or fix'd in earth, or if afloat in air,
Obey the fignal wafted in the wind,
And not one fleeping atom lag behind.
So fwarming bees, that on a summer's day
In airy rings, and wild meanders play,
Charm'd with the brazen found, their wand'rings end,
And, gently circling, on a bough defcend.
The body thus renew'd, the conscious foul,
Which has perhaps been flutt'ring near the pole,
Or midft the burning planets wond'ring ftray'd,
Or hover'd o'er where her pale corpfe was laid;
Or rather coafted on her final state,
And fear'd or wish'd for, her appointed fate;
This foul, returning with a conftant flame,
Now weds for ever her immortal frame.
Life, which ran down before, so high is wound,
The fprings maintain an everlasting round.
Thus a frail model of the work defign'd
First takes a copy of the builder's mind,
Before the structure firm with lasting oak,
And marble bowels of the folid rock,
Turns the strong arch, and bids the columns rise,
And bear the lofty palace to the skies;
The wrongs of time enabled to furpass,
With bars of adamant, and ribs of brass.
That antient, facred, and illuftrious * dome,
Where foon or late fair Albion's heroes come,
From camps, and courts, tho' great, or wise, or just,
To feed the worm, and moulder into duft;
That folemn mansion of the royal dead,
Where paffing flaves o'er fleeping monarchs tread,
Now populous o'erflows: a num'rous race
Of rifing kings fill all th' extended space:
A life well spent, not the victorious sword,
Awards the crown, and ftiles the greater lord.
Nor monuments alone, and burial-earth,
Labours with man to this his second birth;
But where gay palaces in pomp arise,
And gilded theatres invade the skies,
Nations fhall wake, whose unrespected bones
Support the pride of their luxurious fons.
The most magnificent and coftly dome
Is but an upper chamber to a tomb.
No spot on earth but has supply'd a grave,
And human skulls the fpacious ocean pave.
All's full of man; and at this dreadful turn,
The fwarm shall iffue, and the hive fhall burn.
Not all at once, nor in like manner, rise :
Some lift with pain their flow unwilling eyes:
Shrink backward from the terror of the light,
And bless the grave, and call for lasting night.
Others, whofe long-attempted virtue stood
Fix'd as a rock, and broke the rushing flood,
Whose firm refolve, nor beauty could melt down,
Nor raging tyrants from their posture frown;
Such, in this day of horrors, shall be seen
To face the thunders with a godlike mien ;
The planets drop, their thoughts are fixt above;
The centre shakes, their hearts difdain to move:
An earth diffolving, and a heav'n thrown wide,
A yawning gulph, and fiends on every fide,
Serene they view, impatient of delay,
And blefs the dawn of everlasting day.
Here, greatness proftrate falls; there, ftrength gives place;
Here, lazars fmile; there, beauty hides her face.
Chriftians, and Jews, and Turks, and Pagans ftand,
A blended throng, one undiftinguish'd band.
Some who, perhaps, by mutual wounds expir'd,
With zeal for their distinct persuasions fir'd,
In mutual friendship their long flumber break,
And hand in hand their Saviour's love partake.
But none are flush'd with brighter joy, or, warm
With jufter confidence, enjoy the ftorm,
Than thofe, whose pious bounties, unconfin'd,
Have made them public fathers of mankind.
In that illuftrious rank, what shining light
With fuch distinguish'd glory fills my fight?
Bend down, my grateful mufe, that homage show,
Which to fuch worthies thou art proud to owe.
WICKHAM! Fox! CHICHLEY! hail, illustrious * names,
Who to far diftant times dispense your beams;
Beneath your shades, and near your chrystal springs,
I first prefum'd to touch the trembling ftrings.
All hail, thrice honour'd! 'Twas your great renown
To bless a people, and oblige a crown.
And now you rise, eternally to shine,
Eternally to drink the rays divine.
Indulgent God! Oh how shall mortal raise
His foul to due returns of grateful praise,
For bounty fo profuse to human kind,
Thy wond'rous gift of an eternal mind ?
Shall I, who, fome few years ago, was less
Than worm, or mite, or shadow can express,
Was Nothing; fhall I live, when ev'ry fire
And ev'ry ftar fhall languish and expire ?
When earth's no more, fhall I furvive above,
And thro' the radiant files of angels move?
*Founders of New-College, Corpus Chrifti, and All Souls, in Oxford; of all which the author was a member.
Or, as before the throne of God I ftand,
See new worlds rolling from His fpacious hand,
Where our adventures shall perhaps be taught,
As we now tell how MICHAEL fung or fought?
All that has being in full concert join,
And celebrate the depths of Love divine!
But oh! before this blissful state, before
Th' afpiring foul this wond'rous height can foar,
The Judge, defcending, thunders from afar,
And all mankind is fummon'd to the Bar.
This mighty scene I next presume to draw: Attend, great ANNA, with religious awe. Expect not here the known fuccessful arts To win attention, and command our hearts : Fiction, be far away; let no machine Descending here, no fabled God, be feen; Behold the GOD of Gods indeed defcend, And worlds unnumber'd his approach attend! Lo! the wide theatre, whofe ample space Muft entertain the whole of human race, At heav'n's all-pow'rful edict is prepar'd, And fenc'd around with an immortal guard. Tribes, provinces, dominions, worlds, o'erflow The mighty plain, and deluge all below: And ev'ry age, and nation, pours along; NIMROD and BOURBON mingle in the throng: ADAM falutes his youngest fon; no fign, Of all those ages, which their births disjoin. How empty learning, and how vain is art, But as it mends the life, and guides the heart! What volumes have been fwell'd, what time been spent, To fix a hero's birth day, or descent !
What joy must it now yield, what rapture raise,
To fee the glorious race of ancient days!
To greet thofe worthies, who perhaps have stood
Illuftrious on record before the flood!
Alas! a nearer care your foul demands,
CESAR un-noted in your prefence stands.
How vaft the concourfe! not in uumber more
The waves that break on the resounding shore,
The leaves that tremble in the shady grove,
The lamps that gild the spangled vaults above :
Those overwhelming armies, whofe command
Said to one empire, Fall; another Stand:
Whose rear lay wrapt in night, while breaking awn
Rous'd the broad front, and call'd the battle on:
Great XERXES' world in arms, proud Canna's field,
Where Carthage taught victorious Rome to yield,
(Another blow had broke the fates decree,
And earth had wanted her fourth monarchy)
Immortal Blenheim, fam'd Ramillia's hoft,
They All are here, and here they All are loft:
Their millions fwell to be discern'd in vain,
Loft as a billow in th' unbounded main.
This echoing voice now rends the yielding air,
For judgment, judgment, fons of men, prepare!
Earth fhakes anew; I hear her groans profound;
And hell through all her trembling realms refound.
Whoe'er thou art, thou greatest pow'r of earth,
Bleft with most equal planets at thy birth;
Whofe valour drew the most successful sword,
Most realms united in one common lord;
Who, on the day of triumph, faidft, Be thine
The skies, JEHOVAH, all this world is mine:
Dare not to lift thine eye-Alas! my muse,
How art thou loft! what numbers canft thou chufe?
A fudden blush inflames the waving sky,
And now the crimson curtains open fly;
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