Or hags, that suckle an infernal brood, And ply in caves th' unutterable trade, 'Midst fiends and spectres, quench the moon in blood, Yell in the midnight storm, or ride th' infuriate flood. XLV. But when to horror his amazement rose, The orphan-babes, and guardian uncle fierce. That heart, by lust of lucre sear'd to stone? To latest times shall tender souls bemoan XLVI. Behold, with berries smear'd, with brambles torn,* The babes now famish'd lay them down to die : Amidst the howl of darksome woods forlorn, Folded in one another's arms they lie,; Nor friend nor stranger hears their dying cry; "For from the town the man returns no more.' But thou, who Heaven's just vengeance dar'st defy, This deed with fruitless tears shalt soon deplore, When death lays waste thy house, and flames consume thy store. XLVII. A stifled smile of stern vindictive joy Brighten'd one moment Edwin's starting tear, But let us hope; to doubt is to rebel ; Let us exult in hope, that all shall yet be well. XLVIII. Nor be thy generous indignation check'd, But dreadful is their doom, whom doubt has driven XLIX. Shall he whose birth, maturity, and age, Or shall frail man Heaven's dread decree gainsay, Wide through unnumber'd worlds, and ages without end ! L One part, one little part, we dimly scan Through the dark medium of life's feverish dream; Yet dare arraign the whole stupendous plan, If but that little art incongruous seem. Nor is that part perhaps what mortals deem; LL. Thus Heaven enlarged his soul in riper years. And much they grope for Truth, but never hit. Yet deem they darkness light, and their vain blunders wit. LII. Nor was this ancient Dame a foe to mirth. Her ballad, jest, and riddle's quaint device Oft cheer'd the shepherds round their social hearth; Whom levity or spleen could ne'er entice To purchase chat or laughter at the price Of decency. Nor let it faith exceed, That Nature forms a rustic taste so nice. Ah! had they been of court or city breed, Such delicacy were right marvellous indeed. LIII. Oft when the winter storm had ceased to rave, LIV. Thence musing onward to the sounding shore, Listening, with pleasing dread, to the deep roar Of the wide-weltering waves. When sulphurous clouds roll'd on th' autumnal day, Even then he hasten'd from the haunt of man, Along the trembling wilderness to stray, What time the lightning's fierce career began, And o'er heaven's rending arch the rattling thunder ran. LV. Responsive to the sprightly pipe, when all In sprightly dance the village youth were join'd, From the rude gambol far remote reclined, To the pure soul by Fancy's fire refined! Ah, what is mirth but turbulence unholy, When with the charm compared of heavenly melancholy! LVL Is there a heart that music cannot melt? Is there, who ne'er those mystic transports felt He needs not woo the Muse; he is her scorn. The sophist's rope of cobweb he shall twine; Mope o'er the schoolman's peevish page; or mourn, And delve for life in Mammon's dirty mine; Sneak with the scoundrel fox, or grunt with glutton swine. LVIL For Edwin Fate a nobler doom had plann'd ; |