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The trumpet's found each fragrant mote shall hear,
Or fix'd in earth, or if afloat in air,
Obey the signal wafted in the wind,
And not one fleeping atom lag behind.

So swarming bees, that on a summer's day
In airy rings, and wild meanders play,
Charm'd with the brazen sound, their wand'rings end,
And, gently circling, on a bough descend.

The body thus renew'd, the conscious soul,
Which has perhaps been futt'ring near the pole,
Or midst the burning planets wond'ring stray'd,
Or hover'd o'er where her pale corpse was laid;
Or rather coasted on her final state,
And fear'd or wish'd for, her appointed fate :
This soul, returning with a constant flame,
Now weds for ever her immortal frame,
Life, which ran down before, so high is wound,
The springs maintain an everlasting round.

Thus a frail model of the work design'd
First takes a copy of the builder's mind,
Before the structure firm with lasting oak,
And marble bowels of the solid rock,
Turns the strong arch, and bids the columns rise,
And bear the lofty palace to the skies ;

of time enabled to surpass, With bars of adamant, and ribs of brass.

That antient, sacred, and illustrious * dome, Where soon or late fair Albion's heroes come, From

camps, and courts, tho' great, or wise, or just, To feed the worm, and moulder into dust; That solemn mansion of the royal dead, Where passing Naves o'er sleeping monarchs tread,

* Westminster Abbey.

Now populous o'erflows : a num'rous race
Of rising kings fill all th' extended space :
A life well spent, not the victorious sword,
Awards the crown, and ftiles the greater

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 shall wake, whose unrespected bones
Support the pride of their luxurious sons.
The most magnificent and costly dome
Is but an upper chamber to a tomb.
No spot on earth but has supply'd a grave,
And human skulls the spacious ocean pave.
All's full of man; and at this dreadful turn,
The swarm shall issue, and the hive shall 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, whose long-attempted virtue stood
Fix'd as a rock, and broke the rushing flood,
Whose firm resolve, 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 disdain to move :
An earth diffolving, and a heav'n thrown wide,
A yawning gulph, and fiends on every side,
Serene they view, impatient of delay,
And bless the dawn of everlasting day.

Here, greatness proftrate falls; there, strength gives place; Here, lazars smile ; there, beauty hides her face.


Christians, and Jews, and Turks, and Pagans stand,
A blended throng, one undistinguish'd band.
Some who, perhaps, by mutual wounds expir'd,
With zeal for their distinct persuasions fird,
In mutual friendship their long slumber break,
And hand in hand their Saviour's love partake.

But none are fush'd with brighter joy, or, warm
With jufter confidence, enjoy the storm,
Than those, whose pious bounties, unconfin'd,
Have made them public fathers of mankind.
In that illustrious rank, what shining light
With such distinguish'd glory fills my fight?
Bend down, my grateful muse, that homage show,
Which to such worthies thou art proud to owe.
WICKHAM ! Fox ! CHIChLex! hail, illustrious * names,
Who to far distant times dispense your beams;
Beneath your shades, and near your chrystal springs,
I first presum'd to touch the trembling strings.
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 soul to due returns of grateful praise,
For bounty fo profuse to human kind,
Thy wond'rous gift of an eternal mind ?
Shall I, who, some few years ago, was less
Than worm, or mite, or shadow can express,
Was Nothing ; shall I live, when ev'ry fire
And ev'ry star shall languish and expire ?
When earth’s no more, shall I survive above,
And thro' the radiant files of angels move ?

* Founders of New-College, Corpus Christi, and All Souls, in Oxford; of all which the author was a member.

Or, as before the throne of God I stand,
See new worlds rolling from His spacious hand,
Where our adventures shall perhaps be taught,
As we now tell how Michael sung 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' aspiring foul this wond'rous height can foar,
The Judge, descending, thunders from afar,
And all mankind is summon’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 seen ;
Behold the God of Gods indeed descend,
And worlds unnumber'd his approach attend !

Lo! the wide theatre, whose ample space
Must 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 salutes his youngest son ; 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 swell’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 those worthies, who perhaps have stood
Illustrious on record before the flood !
Alas! a nearer care your soul demands,
CÆSAR un-noted in your presence stands.

How vast the concourse! 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, whose 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 lost :
Their millions swell 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 shakes anew ; I hear her groans profound;
And hell through all her trembling realms resound.

Whoe'er thou art, thou greatest pow'r of earth,
Bleft with most equal planets at thy birth ;-
Whose 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 lost! what numbers canst thou chuse?

A sudden blush inflames the waving sky,
And now the crimson curtains open fly;


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