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Oh say, what change on earth, what heart. in man, This blackest moment since the world began.
Ah mournful turn ! the blissful earth, who late At leisure on her axle roll'd in state ; While thousand golden planets knew no rest, Still onward in their circling journey prest; A grateful change of sealons fome to bring, And sweet vicissitude of fall and spring ; Some thro’ vast oceans to conduct the keel, And some those watry worlds to sink or swell; Around her fome their fplendors to display, And gild her globe with tributary day; This world so great, of joy the bright abode, Heav'n's darling child, and fav’rite of her God, Now looks an exile from her father's care, Deliver'd o'er to darkness and despair ; No fun in radiant glory shines on high, No light but from the terrors of the lky : all'n are her mountains, her fam'd rivers loft, And all into a second Chaos tost: One universal ruin spreads abroad, Nothing is safe beneath the throne of God,
Such, earth, thy fate! what then canst thou afford To comfort and lupport thy guilty lord, Man, haughty lord of all beneath the moon? How must he bend his soul's ambition down, Prostrate the
reptile own, and disavow His boasted stature and assuming brow? Claim kindred with the clay, and curse his form, That speaks distinction from his sister worm ? What dreadful pangs the trembling heart invade? Lord, why dost thou forsake whom thou hast made? Who can sustain thy anger ? who can stand ? Beneath the terrors of thy lifted hand ? It Alies the reach of thought ! oh! fave me, Pow's Of pow'rs supreme, in that tremendous hour ! Thou who, beneath the frown of fate has stood, And in thy dreadful agony sweat blood; Thou who, for me, thro' every throbbing vein, Has felt the keenest edge of mortal pain ; Whom death led captive thro’the realms below, And taught those horrid mysteries of woe ;
Defend me, O my God! oh fave me,
Of pow'ss supreme, in that tremendous hour!
From east to west they fiy, from pole to line,
Imploring shelter from the wrath divine;
Beg flames to wrap, or whelming seas to sweep,
Or rocks to yawn, compassionately deep;
Seas cast the monster forth to meet his doom,
And rocks but prison up for wrath to come.
So fares a traitor to an earthly crown,
While death fits threat’ning in his prince's frown,
His heart's dismay'd ; and now his fears command
To change his native for a distant land:
Swift orders fly, the king's fevere decree
Stands in the channel, and locks up the sea ;
port he seeks, obedient to her lord, Hurls back the rebel to his lifted (word.
But why this idle toil to paint that day !
This time elaborately thrown away!
Words all in vain pant after the distress,
The height of eloquence would make it less ;
Heav'ns! e'en the good man trembles.-
And is there a last day! and must there come
A fure, a fix's, inexorable doom?
Ambition, fwell! and, thy proud fails to show,
Take all the winds that vanity can blow,
Wealth on a golden mountain blazing ftand,
And reach an India forth in either hand;
Spread all thy purple clusters, tempting vine,
And thou, more dreaded foe, bright beauty shine ;
Shine all ; in all your charms together rife,
That all, in all your charms, I may despise,
While I mount upward on a strong desire,
Born, like Elijah, in a car of fire.
In hopes of glory to be quite involv'd!
To smile at death ! to long to be diffolv'd !
From our decays a pleasure to receive !
And kindle into transport at a grave!
What equals this? and shall the victor now
Boast the proud laurels on his loaded brow?
Religion ! oh thou cherub, heavenly bright!
Oh joys unmix'd, and fathomless delight!
Thou, thou art all; nor find I in the whole
Creation aught, but God and my own soul.
For ever then, my soul, thy God adore,
Nor let the brute creation praise him more.
Shall things inanimate my conduct blame,
And Aush my conscious cheek with spreading shame?
They all for him pursue, or quit their end;
The mounting flames their burning pow'i fufpend :
In folid heaps th? unfrozen billows Itand,
To rest and silence aw'd by his command':
Nay, the dire monsters that infelt the flood,
By nature dreadful, and a-thirst for blood,
His will can calm, their favage tempers bind,
And turn to mild protectors of mankind.
Did not the prophet this great truth maintain
In the deep chambers of the glooiny main
When darkness round him all her horrors spread,
And the sea billow'd o'er his sinking head ?
When now the thunder rores, the lightning lies,
And all the warring winds. tumultuous rise ;]
When now the foaming surges tost on high,
Disclose the sands beneath, and touch the sky;
When death draws near, the mariners, aghalt,
Look back with terror on their actions past,
Their courage fickens into deep dismay,
Their hearts thro' fear and anguilh melt away,
Nor tears nor pray’rs the tempest can appeale ;
Now they devote their treasure to the seas,
Unload their shatter'd barque, tho' richly fraught,
And think the hopes of life are cheaply bought
With gems and gold; but oh ! the storm fo high,
Nor gems, nor gold, the hopes of life can buy.
The trembling prophet then, themselves to save,
They headlong plunge into the briny wave ;
Down he descends, and booming o'er his head
The billows close, he's number'd with the deade
(Hear, Oye just ! attend ye virtuous few!
And the bright paths of piety pursue.).
Lo ! the great ruler of the world, from high,
Looks smiling down with a propitious eye,
Covers his servant with his gracious hand,
And bids tempestous nature filent Rand ;
Commands the peaceful waters to give place,
Or kindly fold them in a soft embrace:
He bridles in the monsters of the deep,
The bridl'd monsters awful distance keep;
Forget their hunger, while they view their prey,
And guiltless gaze, and round the stranger play.
But still arile new wonders! nature's Lord
Sends forth into the deep his pow'rful word,
And calls the great leviathan: the great
Leviathan attends in all his state ;
Exults for joy, and with a mighty bound
Makes the sea shake, and heav'n and earth resound;
Blackens the waters with the rising fand,
And drives vast billows to the distant land.
As yawns an earthquake, when imprison'd air
Struggles for vent, and lays the centre bare,
The whale expands his jaws enormous size,
The prophet yiews the cavern with surprize;
Measures his monstrous teeth afar descry'd,
And rolls his wond'ring eyes from side to side;
Then takes poffeffion of the spacious leat,
And fails secure within the dark retreat.
Now is he pleas'd the northern blast to hear,
And hangs on liquid mountains void of fear ;
Or falls immers'd into the deeps below,
Where the dead silent waters never flow;
To the foundations of the hills convey’d,
Dwells in the shelving mountains dreadful shade ;
Where plummet never reach'd he draws his breath,
And glides serenely thro' the paths of death.
Two wondrous days and nights thro' coral grovesy
Thro' labyrinths of rocks and fands he roves:
When the third morning with its level rays
The mountain gilds, and on the billows plays,
It sees the king of waters rile, and pour
His facred guelt uninjur'd on the shore :
A type of that great blessing, which the muse
In her next labour ardently pursues.
'Εκ γαίης ελπίζομεν ες φάο- έλθειν, Λείψαν απoιχομένων, όπίσω δε Θεοί τελέθονlαι.
..We hope that the departed will rise again from the
duft ; after which, like the Gods, they will be immortal.
OW man awakes, and from his filent bed,
Where he has slept for ages, lifts his head;
Shakes off the slumber of ten thousand years,
And on the borders of new worlds appears.
Whate'er the bold, the rafh adventure cost,
In wide eternity I dare be loft.
The mufe is wont in narrow bounds to fing,
To teach the swain, or celebrate the king.
I grasp the whole, no more to parts confin'd,
I lift my voice, and sing to human kind :
I ling to men and angels ; angels join,
While such the theme, their sacred songs with minc.
Again the trumpet's intermitted found
Rolls the wide circuit of creation round,
An universal congress to prepare
Of all that ever breath'd the vital air :
In some wide field, which active whirlwinds sweep,
Drive cities, forests, mountains to the deep,
To smooth and lengthen out th' unbounded space,
And spread an area for all human race.
Now monuments prove faithful to their trust,
And render back their long committed duft.
Now charnels rattle ; scatter'd limbs, and all
The various bones, obfequious to the call,
Self-mov'd advance ; the neck perhaps to meet
The distant head, the distant legs, the feet.
Dreadful to view, fee through the dusky sky,
Fragments of bodies in confusion fly,
To distant regions journeying, there to claim
Deserted members, and complete the frame.