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“ Yet, if pity inspire thee, ah! cease not thy lay, “ Mourn, sweetest complainer! man calls thee to mourn: “O sooth him, whose pleasures like thine pass away" Full quickly they pass—but they never return.

“ Now gliding remote on the verge of the sky, “ The moon, half-extinguished, her crescent displays : “ But lately I marked, when majestic on high, “ She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze. “ Roll on, thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue “ The path that conducts thee to splendour again : " But man's faded glory no change shall renew " Ah fool! to exult in a glory so vain !

“ 'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more: “I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you ; “ For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, “ Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew. “ Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn; “ Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save.“But when shall Spring visit the mouldering urn? “ O, when shall it dawn on the night of the grave

"Twas thus, by the glare of false science" betrayed, That leads, to bewilder, and dazzles, to blind; My thoughts wont to roam, from shade onward to shade, Destruction before me, and sorrow behind. “O pity, great Father of light," then I cried,

Thy creature, who fain would not wander from Thee! “ Lo! humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride : “ From doubt and from darkness thou only canst free.”

And darkness and doubt are now flying away :
No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn.
So breaks on the traveller, faint, and astray,
The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn.
See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending,
And Nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom !
On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending,
And Beauty immortal awakes from the tomb !

I

ODE TO PEACE.

WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1756.

I. 1.

Peace, heaven-descended maid! whose powerful voice
From antient darkness called the morn;
And hushed of jarring elements the noise,
When Chaos, from his old dominion torn,
With all his bellowing throng,
Far, far was hurled the void abyss along;
And all the bright angelic choir,
Striking, through all their ranks, the eternal lyre,
Poured, in loud symphony, the impetuous strain;
And every fiery orb and planet sung,
And wide, through Night's dark solitary reign,
Rebounding long and deep, the lays triumphant rung!

I. 2.

Oh, whither art thou fled, Saturnian Age !
Roll round again, majestic years !
To break the sceptre of tyrannic Rage ;
From Woe's wan cheek to wipe the bitter tears;
Ye years, again roll round!
Hark! from afar what desolating sound,
While echoes load the sighing gales,
With dire presage the throbbing heart assails !
Murder, deep-roused, with all the whirlwind's haste,
And roar of tempest, from her cavern springs,
Her tangled serpents girds around her waist,
Smiles ghastly fierce, and shakes her gore-distilling wings.

I, 3.

The shouts, redoubling, rise
In thunder to the skies;
The nymphs, disordered, dart along,
Sweet powers of solitude and song,
Stunned with the horrors of discordant sound;
And all is listening, trembling round.

Torrents, far heard amid the waste of night,
That oft have led the wanderer right,

Are silent at the noise.

The mighty Ocean's more majestic voice,
Drowned in superior din, is heard no more;

in silence seems to sweep the foamy shore.

The surge

II. 1.

The bloody banner, streaming in the air,
Seen on yon sky-mixt mountain's brow,
The mingling multitudes, the madding car,
Driven in confusion to the plain below,
War's dreadful Lord proclaim.
Bursts out, by frequent fits, the expansive flame;
Snatched in tempestuous eddies, flies
The surging smoke o'er all the darkened skies;

The chearful face of heaven no more is seen ;

The bloom of morning fades to deadly pale ;
The bat flies transient o'er the dusky green,
And Night's foul birds along the sullen twilight sail,

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