Not guilty fear, nor fancy's felf can draw
A meeting more auguft, of greater awe.
And thou, my foul, (oh! fall to fudden prayer,
And let the thought fink deep!) fhalt thou be there?
See on the left, (for by the great command
The throng divided falls on either hand)

How weak, how pale, how haggard, how obscene,
What more than death in every face and mein !
With what distress, and glarings of affright,
They shock the heart, and turn away the fight?
In gloomy orbs their trembling eye-balls roll,
And tell the horrid fecrets of the foul.

Each gefture mourns, each look is black with care,
And ev'ry groan is laden with despair.
Reader, if guilty, fpare the mufe, and find
A truer image pictur'd in thy mind.

Should't thou behold thy brother, father, wife,
And all the foft companions of thy life,
Whofe blended int'refts levell'd at one aim,
Whofe mix'd defires fent up one common flame,
Divided far; thy wretched self alone

Caft on the left, of all whom thou hast known;

How would it wound? what millions would'st thou give For one more trial, one day more to live?

grace;

Flung back in time an hour, a moment's space,
To grafp with eagerness the means of
Contend for mercy with a pious rage,
And in that moment to redeem an age ?
Drive back the tide, fufpend a ftorm in air,
Restrain the fun; but fill of this defpair.

Mark, on the right, how amiable a grace!
Their Maker's image fresh in ev'ry face!
What purple bloom my ravifh'd foul admires,
And their eyes fparkling with immortal fires!
Triumphant beauty! charms that rise above
This world, and in bleft angels kindle love!
To the great judge with holy pride they turn,
And dare behold th' Almighty's anger burn ;
Its flash fuftain, against its terror rise,
And on the dread tribunal fix their eyes.
Are these the forms that moulder'd in the dust ?
Oh the tranfcendent glory of the juft!

Yet

Yet ftill fome thin remains of fear and doubt,
Th' infected brightness of their joy pollute.

Thus the chaft bridegroom, when the priest draws nigh,-
Beholds his bleffing with a trembling eye.
Feels doubtful paffions throb in every vein,
And in his cheeks are mingled joy and pain,
Left still some interveening chance fhould rife,
Leap forth at once, and fnatch the glorious prize,.
Inflame his woe, by bringing it fo late,
And ftab him in the crisis of his fate.

Since Adam's family, from first to last,
Now into one distinct furvey is caft,

Look round, vain-glorious mufe, and you whoe'er
Devote yourselves to fame, and think her fair,
Look round, and view the lights of human race,
Whose shining acts time's brighteft annals grace;
Who founded fects, crowns conquer'd, or refign'd,
Gave names to nations, or fam'd empires join'd;
Who rais'd the vale, and laid the mountain low,
And taught obedient rivers where to flow;
Who with vaft fleets, as with a mighty chain,
Could bind the madness of the roaring main;
All loft all undiftinguish'd! no where found!
How will this truth in Bourbon's palace found?
Round gilded roofs how heavy will it fly?
With what a weight on crowns and fceptres lye ?
Ev'en great and good Auguftus is not feen,
Nor haughty Babylon's victorious queen.

What then is he,† who, 'midst the radiant bands
Of fpotlefs faints and laurel'd martyrs, ftands,
Confpicuous from afar? whofe rays fo bright
Sollicit and attract the ravish'd sight ;
In whom I fee two distant virtues join'd,
A royal greatness, and an humble mind;
His lifted hands, his lofty neck furround,
To hide the fcarlet of a circling wound;

Th' Almighty judge bends foreward from his throne,
Thefe fcars to mark, and then regards his own.
Jerufalem's foundations groan aloud,

And Albion finks beneath her ambient food.

+ King Charles X,

Not

Not far, me thinks, I kindred-features trace
In a maje ic, tho' a female face,

Her confort by; around them fmiling move
The beauteous bloffoms of their fruitful love:
Known of their parents, they their parents know,
Their bofoms with a double transport glow;
Bleft in themselves, but more than bleft to find
All held most dear, in equal bleffing join'd.
In one fuperior majefty appears,

Advanc'd in beauty, as advanc'd in years.
What melting sweetnefs, what commanding grace
Meet on his brow like victory and peace?
Oh! to what fav'rite part of human kind
Was this fo great, but dangerous gift defign'd?
What nation humbly cou'd enjoy his reign?
If loft, with patience fuch a lofs fuftain ?

Ah, fay Britannia, whence this vengeance flow'd ?
Haft thou not yet atton'd thy martyr's blood?
Edwards and Henrys ftill aloud refound;
Nor are their names in greater Glofter drown'd;
Oh! what a godlike race in him is loft!
What has his death ev'n future ages cost?
But us'd with art, and rightly understood,
All difpenfations from above are good;
And tho' with frightful afpect they furprise,
Moft ills are only bleffings in difguife.

Oh! happy iffue! to whom ne'er was known
The bright temptations fparkling from a throne;-
Great parents, who thofe bright temptations knew,
Knowing engag'd, engaging overthrew.

Now, juft reward! celestial crowns inclofe
With deathlefs glories your victorious brows.
For fee the volume vaft, fince time began
Just register of all beneath the fun,

Is thrown full wide; peace ocean! filence lull
The founding winds! ye fpheres forbear to roll!
Hear, O creation, thy great Master speak!
Now first for guilty man bleft angels shake.

That hour, on which th' Almighty King on high
From all eternity has fix'd his eye,

Whether his right-hand favour'd, or annoy'd,
Continu'd, alter'd, threaten'd, or destroy'd,

Southern

Southern or eastern fceptre downward hurl'd,
Gave north and weft dominion o'er the world;
The point of time, for which the world was built,
For which the blood of God himself was fpilt,
That dreadful moment is arriv'd.

Aloft the feats of blifs their pomp difplay,
Brighter than brightness, the diftinguish'd day;
Lefs glorious, when of old th' eternal Son
From realms of night return'd with trophies won;
Thro' heav'n's high gates, when he triumphant rode,
And shouting angels hail'd the victor God.
Horrors beneath, darkness in darkness, hell
Of hell, where torments behind torments dwell;
A furnace formidable, deep and wide,
O'erboiling with a mad fulphureous tide,
Expands its jaws, most dreadful to survey,
And roars outrageous for the deftin'd prey.
The fons of light fcarce unappal'd look down,
And nearer press heav'n's everlasting throne.
Such is the fcene, and one short moment's space
Concludes the hopes and fears of human race.
Proceed who dares -I tremble as I write ;
The whole creation fwims before my fight;
I fee, I fee the Judge's frowning brow;
Say not 'tis diftant, I behold it now;
I faint, my tardy blood forgets to flow,
My foul recoils at the ftupenduous woe;

That woe, thofe pangs, which from the guilty breast, In thefe, or words like thefe, fhall be exprest.

Who burst the barriers of my peaceful grave?Ah! cruel death, that would no longer fave, 'But grudg'd me ev'n that narrow dark abode, And caft me out into the wrath of God; Where shrieks, the roaring flame, the rattling chain,. • And all the dreadful eloquence of pain,

Our only fong; black fire's malignant light,
The fole refreshment of the blasted fight.
Muft all those pow'rs heav'n gave me to fupply
My foul with pleasure, and bring in my joy,
Rife up in arms against me, join the foe,
Senfe, reafon, memory, increase my woe!

6. And

And fhall my voice, ordain'd on hymns to dwell,
Corrupt to groans, and blow the fires of hell?
Oh! muft I look with terror on my gaia,
And with existence only measure pain?
What! no reprieve, no leaft indulgence giv'n,
"No beam of hope from any point of heav'n!
• Ah! mercy! mercy! art thou dead above?
Is love extinguifh'd in the fource of love?
'Bold that I am, did heav'n stoop down to hell?
Th' expiring Lord of life my ransom feal?
• Have I not been induftrious to provoke ?
From his embraces obftinately broke?

• Purfu'd and panted for his mortal hate,
• Earn'd my destruction, labour'd out my fate?
And dare I on extinguish'd love exclaim?

• Take, take full vengeance, rouze the flack'ning flame;
Juft is my let.
-but, Oh ! muft it tranfcend
''The reach of time, defpair a distant end?

With dreadful growth fhoot foreward, and arife, "Where thought can't follow, and bold fancy dies ! 'Never! where falls the foul at thy dread found? • Down an abyfs how dark, and how profound? Down, down (I still am falling, horrid pain!) Ten thousand thoufand fathoms yet remain; My plunge but still begun

and this for fin?

'Cou'd I offend, if I had never been,

But still increas'd the fenfelefs happy mass,
Flow'd in the stream, or flourish'd in the grass?
Father of mercies! why from filent earth
'Did'st thou awake, and curfe me into birth?
Tear me from quiet, ravish me from night,
And make a thanklefs prefent of thy light?
Push into being a reverse of thee,

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And animate a clod with mifery 2

The beasts are happy, they come forth and keep "Short watch on earth, and then lye down to fleep. Pain is for man; and oh! how vast a pain

• For crimes which made the Godhead bleed in vain ?
Stifled his groans, as far as in them lay,
And flung his agonies and death away?
As our dire punishment for ever strong,
Our conftitution too for ever young,

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