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With such a horrid clang
While the red fire and smouldering clouds outbrake;
Shall from the surface to the centre shake;
And then at last our bliss
But now begins; for from this happy day, .
Not half so far casts his usurped sway,
Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving.
With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.
A voice of weeping heard and loud lament,
The parting Genius is with sighing sent;
In consecrated earth
The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint,
Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar pow'r foregoes his wonted seat.
Peor and Baälim
With that twice batter'd god of Palestine;
Now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine;
And sullen Moloch fled,
His burning idol all of blackest hue;
In dismal dance about the furnace blue;
Nor is Osiris' seen
Trampling the unshow'r'd grass with lowings loud :
Nought but profoundest Hell can be his shroud; In vain with timbrel'd anthems dark, The sable-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipt ark.
He feels from Juda's land
The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn;
Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine:
So when the Sun in bed,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave,
Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave,
But see the Virgin blest,
Time is our tedious song should here have ending :
Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending; And all about the courtly stable Bright-harnest angels sit in order serviceable.
IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.
O Thou unknown, Almighty cause,
Of all my hope and fear! In whose dread presence, ere an hour,
Perhaps I must appear!
If I have wander'd in those paths
Of life I ought to shun;
Remonstrates I have done ;
Thou know'st that thou hast formed me
With passions wild and strong; And list’ning to their witching voice
Has often led me wrong.
Where human weakness has come short,
Or frailty stept aside, Do thou, All-Good! for such thou art,
In shades of darkness hide.
Where with intention I have err'd,
No other plea I have, But, Thou art good : and goodness still
Delighteth to forgive.
STANZAS ON THE SAME OCCASION.
Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene?
Have I so found it full of pleasing charms ? Some drops of joy with draughts of ill between :
Some gleams of sunshine 'mid renewing storms: Is it departing pangs my soul alarms?
Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode ?
I tremble to approach an angry God,
Fain would I say, ' Forgive my foul offence!'
Fain promise never more to disobey;
· Again I might desert fair virtue's way; Again in folly's path might go astray;
Again exalt the brute and sink the man; Then how should I for heavenly mercy pray,
Who act so counter heavenly mercy's plan? Who sin so oft have mourn'd, yet to temptation ran!
0 Thou, great Governor of all below!
eye to Thee, Thy nod can make the tempest cease to blow,
Or still the tumult of the raging sea : With that controlling power assist ev'n me,
Those headlong furious passions to confine; For all unfit I feel my powers to be,
To rule their torrent in th' allowed line ; 0, aid me with thy help, Omnipotence divine !