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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

around, strength

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

light throng,

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

stood, rod,

With palsied eyes, and horror-frozen bloed And led their host, enfranchised, through The Giants' rage to instant madness grek:

the wave,

| 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

complete, heaven,

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

archs pass;

As doves released their parent-dwelling find,
They fly for life, nor cast a look behind;

And when they reach'd the dear sequester'd Roused by the trumpet, that shall wake the

spot, dead,

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

cease, strode,

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.


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Of gentle blood; upon her birth

Of Her, of whom these pictured lincs Consenting Planets smiled.

A faint resemblance form;
And she had seen those days of mirth Fair as the second rainbow shines
That frolic round the child;

Aloof amid the storm;
To bridal bloom her strength had sprung, 1 Of her, this shadow of a shade,
Behold her beautiful and young!

Like its original must fade,
Lives there a record which had told And She, forgotten when unseen,
That she was wedded, widow'd, old ? Shall be as if she ne'er had been.

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The dead are like the stars by day;
Withdrawn from mortal eye,

But not extinct, they hold their way
In glory through the sky:

There is a calm for those who weep,
Spirits from bondage thus set free,

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!
But awe and fear, that overwhelm

Take home thy Child!
Presumption, check my wing;
Nor dare Imagination look

On thy dear lap these limbs reclined,
Upon the symbols of that book,

Shall gently moulder into thee; Wherein Eternity enrolls

Nor leave one wretched trace behind The judgments of departed souls.

Resembling me.

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,
Hath found at length a tongue to chide:
O listen!—I will speak no more:-

Be silent, Pride!

Did WOMAN'S charms thy youth beguile,
And did the Fair One faithless prove?
Hath she betray'd thee with a smile,

And sold thy love?

Art thou a WRETCH of hope forlorn,
The victim of consuming care?

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.
Do foul misdeeds of former times
Wring with remorse thy guilty breast? Thou yet shalt know, how sweet, how dear.
And ghosts of unforgiven crimes

To gaze on listening Beauty's eye!
Murder thy rest?

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
A friend in me.

In woman's love.
By all the terrors of the tomb,
Beyond the power of tongue to tell!

Whate'er thy lot,– Whoe'er thou be,By the dread secrets of my womb!

Confess thy folly,-kiss the rod,
By Death and Hell!

And in thy chastening sorrows see

The hand of GOD.
I charge thee LIVE!-- repent and pray;
In dust thine infamy deplore;

A bruised reed he will not break;
There yet is mercy ;-go thy way,

Afflictions all his children feel;
And sin no more.

He wounds them for his mercy's sake,

He wounds to heal!
Art thou a MOURNER?_Hast thou known
The joy of innocent delights,
Endearing days for ever flown,

Humbled beneath his mighty hand,
And tranquil nights?

Prostrate his Providence adore:

| 'Tis done !Arise! HE bide thee stand, O LIVE!-- and deeply cherish still

To fall no more.
The sweet remembrance of the past :
Rely on Heaven's unchanging will

Now, Traveller in the vale of tears!
For peace at last.

To realms of everlasting light,

Through Time's dark wilderness of years. Art thou a WANDERER?-Hast thou seen

Pursue thy flight.
O'erwhelming tempests drown thy bark ?
A shipwreck'd sufferer hast thou been,
Misfortune's mark?

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;
LIVE!--thou shalt reach a sheltering port,
A quiet home.

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!
Who stole into thy breast, to aim
A surer blow?

The SUN is but a spark of fire,
LIVE!-and repine not o'er his lo66,

A transient meteor in the sky;

The SOUL, immortal as its Sire,
A loss unworthy to be told:
Thou hast mistaken sordid dross

For friendship’s gold.

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