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And look not madly wild , like thee?
Thou who such weary lengths hast past,
O thou whose spirit most possest
C II A P. X I V.
Oat , will no white-rob'd Son of Light r
Here deign to take his haliow'd stand;
Here smiling stretch His tutelary -wand?
And you, ye host of Saints, for ye have known
Each dreary path in, Life's perplexing maze j
Tho' now ye circle yon eternal throne,
"With harpings high of inexpressive praise,
To break with Mercy's beam this gathering cloud
No train of radiant Saints descend.
Burst from the centre of her burning throne: "Where aye she sits with star-wreath'd lustre crown'd:
A bright Sun clasps her adamantine zone.-'
"With many a solemn pause it slowly meets my ear.
EJnnumber'd, nameless glories, that surpass
The Angel's floating pomp, the Seraph's glowing',
But emulates the diamond's blaze ,
Whose melting voice the warbling woodlarkV lays ,. Shall she be deem'd my rival? Snail a form,
Of elemental dross , of mould'ring clay ,,
Vie with these charms imperial? The poor worm.
Shall prove her contest vain. Life's little day
Flush'd withthe bloom of youth thro' Heav'n's-
I shone amid the heav'nly throng;
Pleas'd 1 survey'd bright Nature's gradual -birth,
Parent of each lovely Muse,
O Nymph wilh loosely flowing hair-,
Conspicuous to thy piercing eyes!
O loves of the desert, hail!
Sav in what deep and pathless vale ,
Or on what hoary mountain's side,
'Midst falls of water you reside,
'Midst broken rocks, a nigged scene ,
With green and grassy dales between ,
'Midst forest dark of aged oak ,
Ne'er echoing with the woodman's stroke r
Where never human art appear'd,
Nor e'en one straw-roof'd cot was rear'd ,.
Where Nature seems to sit alone ,
Majestic on a craggy throne:
Tell me the path , sweet wand'rer tell,
To thy unknown sequester'd cell,
And on whose top an hawthorn blows ,
Amid whose thickly woven boughs
Some nightingale still builds her nest,
Each evening warbling thee to rest:
Then lay me by thexhaunted stream,.
Rapt in some wild, poetic dream ,
In converse while methinks I rove
With Spenser thro' a fairy grove;
Till suddenly awak'd , I hear
Strange whisper'd music in my ear ,
And my glad soul in bliss is drown'd y..
By the swetly soothing sound!
Me, Goddess , by the right-hand lead ,,
Sometimes thro^the yellow mead ,
Where joy and white-rob'd Peace resort r
And Venus keeps her festive court,
Where Mirth and Youth each evening meet r
And lightly trip with nimble feet,
Nodding their lily crowned heads 5
Where laughter rose-Iip'd Hebe leads }.
Where Echo walks steep hills among,
List'ning to the shepherd's song.
Can, long my pensive mind employ:-'
Haste , Fancy, from these scenes of folly
To meet the matron Melancholy,
Goddess of the tearful eye ,
That loves to fold her arms and sigh!
Let us with silent footsteps go
To charnels and the house of woe,
To Gothic churches, vaults and tombs ,
"Where each sad night some virgin comes ,,
With throbbing breast, and faded cheek ,
Her promis'd bridegrooms urn to seek:
Or to some Abbey's mould'ring tow'rs,
Where to avoid cold winter's show'rs,
The naked beggar shiv'ring lies,
Whilst whist'iing tempests round her rise,j
And trembles lest the tottering wall
Should on her sleeping infants fall.
Now let us louder strike the lyre ,. For my heart glows with martial tire , I feel, I feel, with sudden heat, My big tumultuous bosom beat;. The trumpets' clangors pierce mine ear, A thousand widows' shrieks I hear; 'Give me another horse, 'I cry, Lo ! the base Gallic squadrons fly; Whence is this rage—What spirit, say,. To battle hurries me away? Tis Fancy, in her fiery car v Transports me to the thickest war, There whirls me o'er the hills of slain , Where Tumult and Destruction reigu; Where mad with pain, the wounded steed,-, Tramples the dying and the dead; Where giant Terror stalks around, Wuh-sullen joy surveys the ground, And pointing to th' ensanguin'd field ,. Shakes his dreadful Gorgon-Shield! O guide me from this horrid scene To high-arch'd walks and alleys green ,, Which lovely Laura seeks, to shun The fervours of the mid-day sun; The pangs of absence ,0 remove.^,