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So the rich foil of India's blooming fhores,
Adorn'd with lavish nature's choicest stores,
Where serpents lurk, by flow’rs conceald front fight,
Hides fatal danger under gay delight.
These purer thoughts from gross alloys refin'd,
With heav'nly raptures elevate the mind :
Not fram’d to raise a giddy short-liv'd joy,
Whose false allurements, while they please, destroy ;
But bliss resembling that of saints above,
Sprung from the vision of th’ Almighty Love:
Firm, solid bliss, for ever great and new,
The more 'tis known, the more admir'd like you;
Like you, fair nymph, in whom united meet
Endearing sweetness, unaffected wit,
And all the glories of your sparkling race,
While inward virtues heighten ev'ry grace.
By these secur'd, you will with pleasure read
Of future judgment, and the rising dead;
Of time's grand period, heav'n and earth o'erthrown ;
And gasping nature's last tremendous groan.
These, when the stars and sun shall be no more,
Shall beauty to your ravag'd form restore:
Then shall you shine with an immortal ray,
Improv'd by death, and brighten’d by decay.
On his LAST DAY and UNIVERSAL PASSION.
ND must it be as thou hast sung,
Celestial bard, seraphic Young?
Will there no trace, no point be found
Of all this spacious glorious round?
Yon lamps of light, muft they decay?
On nature's self, destruction prey ?
Then fame, the most immortal thing
Ev’n thou canst hope, is on the wing.
Shall Newton's System be admir'd,
When time and motion are expir’d?
Shall souls be curious to explore
Who rul'd an orb that is no more?
Or shall they quote the pictur'd age,
From Pope's and Thy corrective page,
When vice and virtue lose their name
In deathless joy, or endless shame?
While wears away the grand machine,
The works of genius shall be seen:
Beyond, what laurels can there be,
For Homer, HORACE, Pope, or Thee?
Thro' life we chase, with fond pursuit,
What mocks our hope, like Sodom's fruit:
And sure, thy plan was well design'd,
To cure this madness of the mind;
First, beyond time our thoughts to raise;
Then lash our love of transient praise.
In both, we own thy doctrine juft ;
And fame's a breath, and men are duft.
ipfe pater, media nimborum in nocte, corusca
Fulmina molitur dextra. Quo maxima motu
Terra tremit : fugere feræ ! et mortalia corda
Per gentes bumilis ftravit pavor.
HILE others fing the fortune of the Great;
Empire and Arms, and all the pomp of State;
With Britain's Hero * set their souls on fire,
And grow immortal as his deeds inspire;
I draw a deeper scene: a scene that yields
A louder trumpet, and more dreadful fields;
The world alarm’d, both earth and heav'n o’erthrown,
And gasping nature's last tremendous groan ;
Death's antient sceptre broke, the teeming tomb,
The righteous Judge, and man's eternal doom.
"Twixt joy and pain I view the bold design, And ask
anxious heart, if it be mine.
Whatever great or dreadful has been done
Within the fight of conscious stars or fun,
Is far beneath my daring : I look down
On all the splendors of the British crown.
This globe is for my verse a narrow bound;
Attend me, all the glorious worlds around!
O! all ye angels, howsoe’er disjoin’d,
Of every various order, place, and kind,
Hear, and assist, a feeble mortal's lays;
'Tis your Eternal King I strive to praise.
But chiefly Thou, great Ruler! Lord of all!
Before whose throne archangels proftrate fall;
If at thy nod, from discord, and from night,
Sprang beauty, and yon sparkling worlds of light,
Exalt e'en me; all inward tumults quell;
The clouds and darkness of my mind dispel ;
To my great subject Thou my breast inspire,
And raise my lab'ring foul with equal fire.
Man, bear thy brow aloft, view every grace In God's great offspring, beauteous nature's face : See spring's gay bloom ; see golden autumn's store; See how earth smiles, and hear old ocean roar. Leviathans but heave their cumb'rous mail, It makes a tide, and wind-bound navies fail. Here, forests rise, the mountain's awful pride; Here, rivers measure climes, and worlds divide; There, vallies fraught with gold's resplendent seeds, Hold kings, and kingdoms fortunes, in their beds : There, to the skies, aspiring hills ascend, And into diftant lands their shades extend. View cities, armies, fleets; of feets the pride, See Europe's law, in Albion's channel ride.