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Here crown thy triumphe:-life or death Thus from the wolves this little flock decree,
torn, The weakest here disdains thy power and And, sheltering in the mountain-caves til thee."
morn, They join'd to sing, in strains of full deligkt.
Songs of deliverance through the dream Thus when the Patriarch ceased, and every
night. ear Still listen'd in suspense of hope and fear, Sublime, ineffable, angelic grace
1 The Giants' frenzy, when they lost their Beam'd in his meek and venerable face;
prey, And sudden glory, streaming round his head, No tongue of man or angel might portrar: O'erall his robes with lambent lustre First on their Idol - Gods their vengeaba spread;
turn'd, His earthly features grew divinely bright, Those Gods on their own altar-piles the His essence seem'd transforming into light.
burn'd; Brief silence, like the pause between the Then, at their Sovereign's mandate, sallied flash,
forth At midnight, and the following thunder-To rouse their host to combat, from the crash,
north : Ensued :—Anon, with universal cry, Eager to risk their uttermost emprize, The Giants rush'd upon the prophet-Die! Perish ere morn, or reign in Paradise. The king leapt foremost from his throne;— Now the slow tempest, that so long hai he drew
lower', His battle-sword, as on his mark he flew; Keen in their faces sleet and hailstoes With aim unerring, and tempestuous sound,
shower'd ; The blade descended deep along the ground; The winds blew loud, the waters roar! The foe was fled, and, self-o'erwhelm'd, his
An earthquake rock'd the agonizing ground; Hurld to the earth his Atlantean length; Red in the west the burning Mount, array'd But cre his Chiefs could stretch the helping With tenfold terror by incumbent shade
(For moon and stars were rapt in dunnest He sprang upon his feet in pale alarm;
gloom) Headlong and blind with rage he search'd Glared like a torch amidst Creation's tomb:
So Sinai's rocks were kindled when they felt But Enoch walk'd with God and was not found. Their Maker's footstep, and began to melt;
Darkness was his pavilion, whence He ram.
Hid in the brightness of descending flam. Yet where the Captives stood, in holy awe. J While storm, and whirlwind, and the true Rapt on the wings of Cherubim, they saw
pet's blast, Their sainted Sire ascending through the
ascending through the Proclaim'd his law in thunder, as he pass'd
night; He turn'd his face to bless them in his flight, Then vanish'd :-Javan caught the Prophet's The Giants reach'd their camp:- the eye,
night's alarms And snatch'd his mantle falling from the Meanwhile had startled all their slaves to sky;
arms; O'er him the Spirit of the Prophet came, They grasp'd their weapons as from sleep Like rushing wind awakening hidden flame:
they sprang, Where is the God of Enoch now? he cried; From tent to tent the brazen clangor rang; Captives, come forth! Despisers shrink aside. The hail, the earthquake, the mysterious He spake, and bursting through the Giant
Unnerved their strength, o'erwhelm'd thee Smote with the mantle as he moved along;
with affright. A Power invisible their rage contronid, “Warriors ! to battle ; summon all roar Hither and thither as he turn'd they rollid;
powers ; Unawed, unharm'd the ransom'd Prisoners Warriors! to conquest ;-Paradise is ours;"
Exclaim'd their Monarch ;- not an arm was Through ranks of foes astonied and aghast:
raised, Close in the youth's conducting steps they | In vacancy of thought, like men amazed,
| And lost amidst confounding dreams, they -So Israel march'd when Moses raised his
With palsied eyes, and horror-frozen bloed And led their host, enfranchised, through The Giants' rage to instant madness grek:
| The King and Chiefs on their own legions The people's safeguard, the pursuers' grave.
Denouncing vengeance; - then had all the | Then, reckless of the harvest of their toils,
Their camp, their captives, all their treaBeen heap'd with myriads by their leaders
sured spoils, slain,
Renew'd their flight o'er eastern hills afar, But ere a sword could fall,-by whirlwinde With life alone escaping from that war,
In which their King had hail'd his realm In mighty volumes, through the vault of
The world's last province bow'd beneath his From Eden's summit, o'er the camp accurst,
feet. The darting fires with noon-day-splendour
burst; And fearful grew the scene above, below,
As when the waters of the flood declined, With sights of mystery, and sounds of Rolling tumultuously before the wind,
The proud waves shrunk from low to lower
woe. The embattled Cherubim appear'd on bigh, And coursers, wing'd with lightning, swept
And high the hills and higher raised their the sky;
heads, Chariots, whose wheels with living instinct | Till Ocean lay,enchased with rock and strand.
As in the hollow of the Almighty's hand, Spirits of unimaginable mould,
While earth with wrecks magnificent was
strew'd, Powers, such as dwell in heaven's serenest
And stillness reign'd o'er Nature's solitude: Too pure, too terrible for mortal sight,
- Thus in a storm of horror and dismay, From depth of midnight suddenly reveal'd,
All night the Giant-army sped away; In arms, against the Giants took the field.' | Thus on a lonely, sad, and silent scene, On such an host Elisha's Servant gazed,
The morning rose in majesty serene. When all the mountain round the Prophet
blazed : With such an host. when war in heaven was Early and joyful, o'er the dewy grass,
Straight to their glen the ransom'd Patri
wrought, Michael against the Prince of Darkness
As doves released their parent-dwelling find,
And when they reach'd the dear sequester'd Roused by the trumpet, that shall wake the
Enoch alone of all their train was not. The torpid foe in consternation fled; With them the Bard, who from the world The Giants headlong in the uproar ran,
withdrew, The King hinself the foremost of the van, Javan, from folly and ambition flew. Nor e'er his rushing squadrons led to fight Though poor bis lot, within that narrow With swifter onset, than he led that flight.
bound, Homeward the panic-stricken legions flew; Friendship, and home, and faithful love he Their arms, their vestments from their limbs
found; they threw; There did his wanderings and afflictions O'er shields and helms the reinless Camel
His youth was penitence, his age was peace. And gold and purple strew'd the desert road. When through the Assyrian army, like a
Meanwhile the scatter'd tribes of Eden's At midnight, the destroying Angel pass'd,
plain The Tyrant that defied the living God, Turn'd to their desolated fields again, Precipitately thus his steps retrod ; And join'd their brethren, captives once in Even by the way he came to his own land,
fight, Return'd, to perish by his offspring's hand. But left to freedom in that dreadful flight: So fled the Giant-Monarch ;-but unknown Thenceforth redeem'd from War's unnumThe hand that smote his life ;-he died alone;
ber'd woes, Amidst the tumult treacherously slain; Rich with the spoils of their retreated fock, At morn his Chieftains sought their Lord in By Giant-tyranny no more opprest,
The people flourish'd, and the land had rest.
Of gentle blood; upon her birth
Of Her, of whom these pictured lincs Consenting Planets smiled.
A faint resemblance form;
Aloof amid the storm;
Like its original must fade,
The dead are like the stars by day;
THE GR A V E.
There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary Pilgrims found, Vanish amidst immensity,
They softly lie and sweetly sleep Where human thought, like human sight,
Low in the ground. Fails to pursue their trackless flight.
The storm that wrecks the winter-sky Somewhere within created space
No more disturbs their deep repose, Could I explore that round,
| Than summer-evening's latest sigh In bliss, or woe, there is a place,
That shuts the rose. · Where she might still be found; And oh! unless these eyes deceive,
I long to lay this painful head I may, I must, I will believe,
And aching heart beneath the soil, That she, whose charms so meekly glow,
To slumber in that dreamless bed Is what she only seem'd below;
From all my toil.
For Misery stole me at my birth, An Angel in that glorious realm,
| And cast me helpless on the wild: Where God himself is King:
I perish;--O my Mother Earth!
Take home thy Child!
On thy dear lap these limbs reclined,
Shall gently moulder into thee; Wherein Eternity enrolls
Nor leave one wretched trace behind The judgments of departed souls.
Hark!-a strange gound affrights mine ear, Seek the true treasure, seldom found, My pulse,- my brain runs wild,-I rave; Of power the fiercest griefs to calm, -Ah! who art thou whose voice I hear? And soothe the bosom's deepest wound - "I am THE GRAVE!
With heavenly balm.
The GRAVE, that never spake before,
Be silent, Pride!
Did WOMAN'S charms thy youth beguile,
And sold thy love?
Art thou a WRETCH of hope forlorn,
LIVE! 'Twas a false bewildering fire: Is thy distracted conscience torn
Too often Love's insidious dart
Thrills the fond soul with wild desire, By fell despair?
But kills the heart.
To gaze on listening Beauty's eye!
To ask,--and pause in hope and fear
Till she reply. Lash'd by the furies of the mind, From Wrath and Vengeance wouldst thou A nobler flame shall warm thy breast,
A brighter maiden faithful prove; Ah! think not, hope not, Fool! to find
Thy youth, thine age, shall yet be blest
In woman's love.
Whate'er thy lot,– Whoe'er thou be,By the dread secrets of my womb!
Confess thy folly,-kiss the rod,
And in thy chastening sorrows see
The hand of GOD.
A bruised reed he will not break;
Afflictions all his children feel;
He wounds them for his mercy's sake,
He wounds to heal!
Humbled beneath his mighty hand,
Prostrate his Providence adore:
| 'Tis done !Arise! HE bide thee stand, O LIVE!-- and deeply cherish still
To fall no more.
Now, Traveller in the vale of tears!
To realms of everlasting light,
Through Time's dark wilderness of years. Art thou a WANDERER?-Hast thou seen
Pursue thy flight.
There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary Pilgrims found: Though long of winds and waves the sport. And while the mouldering ashes sleep Condemn'd in wretchedness to roam,
Low in the ground;
The Soul, of origin divine,
GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, TO FRIENDSHIP didst thou trust thy fame, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine And was thy friend a deadly foe,
A star of day!
The SUN is but a spark of fire,
A transient meteor in the sky;
The SOUL, immortal as its Sire,
SHALL NEVER DIE."