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When the world bow'd to Rome's almighty sword;
Rome bow'd to Pompey, and confess'd her lord ;
Yet, one day loft, the deity below
Became the scorn and pity of his foe.
His blood a traitor's sacrifice was made,
And smok'd indignant on a ruffian's blade.
No trumpet's found, no gasping army's yell,
Bid, with due horror, his great foul farewel.
Obscure his fall! all welt'ring in his gore,
His trunk was cast to perish on the shore !
While Julius frown'd the bloody monster dead,
Who brought the world in his great rival's head.
This sever'd head and trunk shall join once more,
Tho'realms now rise between, and oceans rore.
The trumpet's found each vagrant mote shall hear,
Or fix'd in earth, or if afloat in air,
Obey the signal wafted in the wind,
And not one sleeping atom lag behind.

So swarming bees, that, on a fummer's day,
In airy rings and wild meanders play,
Charmd with the brazen found their wandrings endga
And gently circling on a bough descend.

The body thus renew'd, the conscious soul,
Which has perhaps been flutt'ring near the pole,
Or midst the burning planets wond'ring stray'd,
Or hover'd o'er where her pale corps was laid;
Or rather coasted on her final state,
And fear'd, and wilh'd for her appointed fate:-
This soul, returning with a constant flame,
Now weds forever 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 delign'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 surpass,
With bars of adamant and ribs of brass.


That ancient, facred, and illustrious f dome,
Where foon or late fair Albion's heroes come,
From camps and courts, tho' great, and wise, and just,
To feed the worm and moulder into dust;
That folemn mansion of the royal dead,
Where palling flaves o'er sleeping monarchs tread,
Now populous o'erflows: a numerous race
of rising kings fill all th' extended space:
A life well spent, not the victorious sword,
Awards the crown, and stiles the greater lord.

Nor monuments alone, and burial-earth,
Labour 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 fons.
The most magnificent, and costly dome,
Is but an upper chamber to a tomb.
No spot on earth but has fupply'd a grave,
And human skulls the spacious ocean pave..
All's full of man, and, at this dreadful turn,
The swarm shall iflue, and the hive shall burn.

Not all at once, nor in like manner risë:
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 frowa;,
Such in this day of horrors shall be seen,
To face the thunders with a godlike mein:
The planets drop, their thoughts are fix'd above;
The centre shakes, their heads disdain to move:
An earth diffolving, and a heav'n thrown wide,
A yawning gulph, and fiends on every fide,
Serene thy view, impatient of delay,
And bless the dawn of everlasting day.

Oh wondrous change! what unknown objects rise,
Shake my belief, and fill me with surprize!


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Here greatness prostrate falls, their 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 fir'd,
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, warın
With juster confidence, enjoy the storm,
Than those, whose pious bounties, unconfin'd,
Have made them publick fathers of mankind.
In that illustrious rank, what shining light,
With such distinguish'd glory, fills my light?
Bend down, my grateful muse, that homage show
Which to such worthies thou art proud to owe.
Wickham! Fox! Chichley! hail illustrious * names,
Who to far distant times dispense your beams;
Beneath your shades, and near your crystal springs,
I first prelim'd to touch the trembling strings.
all hail thrice-honour'd! 'twas your great renown
To bless a people, and oblige a crown.
When other records length of years shall blasts

In your adapted fons your fame shall last.
And make those kings to latest ages known,
Those happy monarchs under whom

A moment shone illustriously bright,
Then left the mourning world, and let in night;
But now you rise eternally to shine,
Eternally to drink the


Indulgent God! oh how shall mortal raise
His foul to due returns of grateful praise,
For bounty fo profuse to human kind,
Thy wondrous 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
Of ev'ry star shall languish or 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 Or-



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'alpiring foul this wondrous height can foar,
The Judge, descending, thunders from afar,
And all mankind is fummon’d to the bar.

This mighty scene I next presume to draw:
Attend, great ANN A, with religious awe.
Expect not here the known successful 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 defcend,
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 every age and nation pours along;
Nimrod and Bourbon mingle in the throng:
Adam salutes his youngest son; no sign
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 raptures raise,
To see the glorious race of ancient days?
To greet those worthies, who perhaps have stood
Illustrious op record before the flood ?
Alas! a nearer care your soul demands,
Cefar unnoted in your presence stands.

How vast the concourse, not in number 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, whese command
Said to one empire, fall; another, stand :
Whose rear lay wrapt in night, while breaking dawn
Rouz'd the broad front, and callid 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 swell to be discern'd in vain,
Lost as a billow in th' unbounded main.

This echoing voice now rends the yielding air,

For judgment, judgment, fons of men prepare !"
Earth shakes a-new, I hear her groans profound,
And hell thro' all her treinbling 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 faid'at, be thine
The skies, JEHOVAH, all the world is mine :
Dare not to lift thine eye. -alas !


muse How art thou loft! what numbers canst thou chuse?

A sudden blush inflames the waving sky,
And now the crimson curtains open fly :
Lo! far within, and far above all height,
Where heav'n's great Sou'reign reigns in worlds of light;
Whence nature he informs, and, with one ray
Shot from his eye, does all her works survey,
Creates, supports, confounds! where time and place,
Matter and form, and fortune, life and grace,
Wait humbly at the footstool of their God,
And move obedient at his awful nod;
Whence he beholds his vagrant emmets crawl
At random on this air-suspended ball,
(Speak of creation) if he pour one breath,
The bubble breaks, and 'tis eternal death.

Thence iffuing I behold (but mortal light
Sustains not such a rushing lea of light)
I see on an empyreal flying throne,
Awfully rais’d, heav'n's everlasting Son ;


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