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First-born of Deity! from central love,

Must man exclaim, adoring, and aghast ? By veneration most profound, thrown off ; “ O what a root ! ( what a branch, is here! By sweet attraction, no less strongly drawn ; O what a Father ! What a family! Aw'd, and yet raptur'd; raptur'd, yet serene; Worlds! systems ! and creations ! - And creations, Past thought illustrious, but with borrow'd beams; In one agglomerated cluster, hung, In still approaching circles, still remote,

Great Vine ! * on thee; on thee the cluster hangs; Revolving round the Sun's eternal Sire ?

The filial cluster ! infinitely spread Or sent, in lines direct, on embassies

In glowing globes, with various being fraught; To nations — in what latitude ? — Beyond And drinks (nectareous draught !) immortal life. Terrestrial thought's horizon ! — And on what Or, shall I say (for who can say enough?) High errands sent ? - Here human effort ends ; A constellation of ten thousand gems, And leaves me still a stranger to his throne. (And, O! of what dimension of what weight!)

Full well it might! I quite mistook my road; Set in one signet, flames on the right hand Born in an age more curious than devout; Of Majesty Divine! The blazing seal, More fond to fix the place of Heaven, or Hell, That deeply stamps, on all created mind, Than studious this to shun, or that secure.

Indelible, his sovereign attributes, "T is not the curious, but the pious path,

Omnipotence, and love! That, passing bound; That leads me to my point : Lorenzo! know, And this, surpassing that. Nor stop we here, Without or star, or angel, for their guide,

For want of power in God, but thought in man Who worship God, shall find him. Humble love, E'en this acknowledg'd, leaves us still in debt: And not proud reason, keeps the door of Heaven ; If greater aught, that greater all is thine, Love finds admission, where proud science fails. Dread Sire ! - Accept this miniature of thee; Man's science is the culture of his heart;

And pardon an attempt from mortal thought, And not to lose his plummet in the depths

In which archangels might have fail'd, unblam'd." Of Nature, or the more profound of God.

How such ideas of thi' Almighty's power, Either to know, is an attempt that sets

And such ideas of th' Almighty's plan, The wisest on a level with the fool.

(Ideas not absurd,) distend the thought To fathom Nature (ill-attempted here !)

Of feeble mortals ! Nor of them alone! Past doubt is deep philosophy above ;

The fulness of the Deity breaks forth Higher degrees in bliss archangels take,

In inconceivables to men, and gods. As deeper learn'd; the deepest, learning still. Think, then, O think, nor ever drop the thought, For, what a thunder of Omnipotence

How low must man descend, when gods adore ! (So might I dare to speak) is seen in all !

Have I not, then, accomplish'd my proud boast? In man! in Earth! in more amazing skies ! Did I not tell thee, “We would mount, Lorenzo, Teaching this lesson, pride is loth to learn

And kindle our devotion at the stars?" “ Not deeply to discern, not much to know,

And have I fail'd? And did I flatter thee? Mankind was born to wonder, and adore.”

And art all adamant? And dost confute
And is there cause for higher wonder still, All urg'd, with one irrefragable smile ?
Than that which struck us from our past surveys ? Lorenzo! mirth how miserable here!
Yes ; and for deeper adoration too.

Swear by the stars, by him who made them, seer, From my late airy travel unconfin'd,

Thy heart, henceforth, shall be as pure as they: Have I learn'd nothing ? — Yes, Lorenzo! this; Then thou, like them, shalt shine ; like them, shalt Each of these stars is a religious house ;

I saw their altars smoke, their incense rise; From low to lofty; from obscure to bright;
And heard hosannas ring through every sphere, By due gradation, Nature's sacred law.
A seminary fraught with future gods.

The stars, from whence? — Ask Chaos - he can tell Nature all o'er is consecrated ground,

These bright temptations to idolatry, Teeming with growths immortal and divine. From darkness and confusion, took their birth; The great proprietor's all-bounteous hand

Sons of deformity! from fluid dregs Leaves nothing waste ; but sows these fiery fields Tartarean, first they rose to masses rude; With seeds of reason, which to virtues rise

And then, to spheres opaque ; then dimly shone; Bencath his genial ray: and, if escap'd

Then brighten'd; then blaz'd out in perfect day. The pestilential blasts of stubborn will,

Nalure delights in progress; in advance When grown mature, are gather'd for the skies. From worse to better; but, when minus ascend, And is devotion thought too much on Earth, Progress, in part, depends upon themselves. When beings, so superior, homage boast,

Heaven aids exertion ; greater makes the great; And triumph in prostration to the throne ?

The voluntary little lessens inore.
But wherefore more of planets, or of stars? O be a man! and thou shalt be a God!
Ethereal journeys, and, discover'd there,

And half self-made ! -- Ambition how divine!
Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand ways devout, O thou, ambitious of disgrace alone!
All Nature sending incense to the throne, Still undevout? Unkindled?—Though high-taugt!,
Except the bold Lorenzos of our sphere?

School'd by the skies, and pupil of the stars; Opening the solemn sources of my soul,

Rank coward to the fashionable world! Since I have pour'd, like feignid Eridanus, Art thou asham'd to bend thy knee to Heaven ? My flowing numbers o'er the flaming skies, Curst fume of pride, exhald from deepest Hell! Nor see, of fancy, or of fact, what more

Pride in religion is man's highest praise. Invites the Muse -- Here turn we, and review Bent on destruction ! and in love with death! Our past nocturnal landscape wide: - Then say, Not all these luminaries, quench'd at once, Say, then, Lorenzo! with what burst of heart, The whole, at once, revolving in his thought,

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ere half so sad, as one benighted mind,

Sinking from bad to worse ; few years, the sport hich gropes for happiness, and meets despair. Of fortune ; then the morsel of despair. ow, like a widow in her weeds, the night,

Say, then, Lorenzo! (for thou knows't it well) mid her glimmering tapers, silent sits!

What 's vice? – Mere want of compass in our ow sorrowful, how desolate, she weeps

thought. erpetual dews, and saddens Nature's scene ! Religion, what? — The proof of common-sense.

scene more sad sin makes the darken'd soul, How art thou hooted, where the least prevails ! Il comfort kills, nor leaves one spark alive. Is it my fault, if these truths call thee fool? Though blind of heart, still open is thine eye: And thou shalt never be miscallod by me. 'hy such magnificence in all thou seest ?

Can neither shame, nor terrour, stand thy friend ? f matter's grandeur, know, one end is this. And art thou still an insect in the mire ? o tell the rational, who gazes on it

How, like thy guardian angel, have I flown ; Though that immensely great, still greater he, Snatch'd thee from Earth; escorted thee through all hose breast, capacious, can embrace, and lodge, Th'ethereal armies ; walk'd thee, like a god, nburthen'd, Nature's universal scheme;

Through splendours of first magnitude, arrang'd in grasp creation with a single thought ;

On either hand; clouds thrown beneath thy feet ; cation grasp; and not exclude its Sire.”. Close-cruis'd on the bright Paradise of God; ) tell him farther — “ It behoves him much And almost introduc'd thee to the throne !

guard th' important, yet depending, fate And art thou still carousing, for delight, f being, brighter than a thousand suns :

Rank poison; first fermenting to mere froth, ve single ray of thought outshines them all." And then subsiding into final gall ? ad if man hears obedient, soon he 'll soar To beings of sublime, immortal make, perior heights, and on his purple wing,

How shocking is all joy, whose end is sure ! is purple wing bedropt with eyes of gold, Such joy, more shocking still, the more it charms ! sing, where thought is now denied to rise, And dost thou choose what ends ere well-begun; vok down triumphant on these dazzling spheres. And infamous, as short? And dost thou choose Why then persist? - No mortal ever liv'd, (Thou, to whose palate glory is so sweet) it, dying, he pronounc'd (when words are true) To wade into perdition, through contempt, tre whole that charms thee, absolutely vain ; Not of poor bigots only, but thy own? ain, and far worse! - Think thou, with dying men; For I have peep'd into thy cover'd heart, condescend to think as angels think !

And seen it blush beneath a boastful brow; tolerate a chance for happiness!

For, by strong guilt's most violent assault, ir nature such, ill choice ensures ill fate; Conscience is but disabled, not destroy'd. nd Hell had been, though there had been no God. O thou most aweful being ; and most vain ! Ist thou not know, my new astronomer!

Thy will, how frail ! how glorious is thy power ! trth, turning from the Sun, brings night to man? Though dread eternity has sown her seeds in, turning from his God, brings endless night; Of bliss, and woe, in thy despotic breast ; here thou canst read no morals, find no friend, Though Heaven and Hell depend upon thy choice; nend no manners, and expect no peace.

A butterfly comes 'cross, and both are fed. ow deep the darkness ! and the groan, how loud! Is this the picture of a rational ? id far, how far, from lambent are the flames ! This horrid image, shall it be most just ? ch is Lorenzo's purchase ! such his praise ! Lorenzo! No: it cannot, - shall not, be, re proud, the politic, Lorenzo's praise !

If there is force in reason ; or, in sounds rough in his ear, and levell’d at his heart, Chanted beneath the glimpses of the Moon, te half read o'er the volume of the skies.

A magic, at this planetary hour, For think not thou hast heard all this from me ; When slumber locks the general lip, and dreams y song but echoes what great Nature speaks. Through senseless mazes hunt souls un-inspir'd. hat has she spoken? Thus the goddess spoke, Attend The sacred mysteries begin — ius speaks for ever :-“ Place, at Nature's head, My solemn night-born adjuration hear; sovereign, which o'er all things rolls his eye, Hear, and I'll raise thy spirit from the dust ; ktends his wing, promulgates his commands, While the stars gaze on this enchantment new, it, above all, diffuses endless good :

Enchantment, not infernal, but divine ! whom, for sure redress, the wrong'd may fly; “ By silence, Death's peculiar attribute ; le vile, for mercy; and the pain’d, for peace; By darkness, guilt's inevitable doom ;

whom, the various tenants of these spheres, By dark ness, and by silence, sisters dread! iversified in fortunes, place, and powers, That draw the curtain round Night's ebon throne, ais'd in enjoyment, as in worth they rise, And raise ideas, solemn as the scene ! rrive at length (if worthy such approach) By Night, and all of aweful, Night presents [ that blest fountain-head, from which they To thought or sense (of aweful much, to both, stream;

The goddess brings !) By these her trembling fires, here conflict past redoubles present joy; Like Vesta's, ever-burning; and, like hers, nd present joy looks forward on increase ; Sacred to thoughts immaculate, and pure ! nd that, on more; no period ! every step By these bright orators, that prove, and praise, double boon! a promise, and a bliss."

And press thee to revere the Deity ; low easy sits this scheme on human hearts! Perhaps, too, aid thee, when rever'd awhile, - suits their make; it soothes their vast desires ; To reach his throne ; as stages of the soul, 'assion is pleas’d; and reason asks no inore ; Through which, at different periods, she shall pass, l' is rational ! 't is great! — But what is thine ? Refining gradual, for her final height,

darkens ! sbocks! excruciates ! and confounds! And purging off some dross at every sphere ! leaves us quite naked, both of help, and hope, By this dark pall thrown o'er the silent world!

By the world's kings, and kingdoms, most renown'd, ) The ship-boy's hammock, or the soldier's stras, From short ambition's zenith set for ever,

Whence sorrow never chas'd thee; with thee bring Sad presage to vain boasters, now in bloom! Not hideous visions, as of late; but draughts By the long list of swift mortality,

Delicious of well-tasted, cordial, rest; From Adam downward to this evening knell, Man's rich restorative; his balmy bath, Which midnight waves in fancy's startled eye, That supples, lubricates, and keeps in play And shocks her with an hundred centuries; The various movements of this nice machine, Round Death's black banner throng'd, in human Which asks such frequent periods of repair. thought !

When tir'd with vain rotations of the day, By thousands, now, resigning their last breath, Sleep winds us up for the succeeding dawn; And calling thee wert thou so wise to hear! Fresh we spin on, till sickness clogs our wheels, By tombs o'er tombs arising ; human earth Or Death quite breaks the spring, and motion end Ejected, to make room for — human earth; When will it end with me? The monarch's terrour! and the sexton's trade!

-“ THOU only know's, By pompous obsequies that shun the day,

Thou, whose broad eye the future, and the posts The torch funereal, and the nodding plume, Joins to the present ; making one of three Which makes poor man's humiliation proud; To mortal thought! Thou know'st, and thou alone, Boast of our ruin ! triumph of our dust! All-knowing ! - all-unknown! – and yet we By the damp vault that weeps o'er royal bones ;

known! And the pale lamp that shows the ghastly dead, Near, though remote! and, though unfathom'd, fri! More ghastly through the thick incumbent gloom! And, though invisible, for ever seen! By visits (if there are) from darker scenes,

And seen in all! the great and the minute : The gliding spectre ! and the groaning grave !

Each globe above, with its gigantic race, By groans, and graves, and miseries that groan Each Aower, each leaf, with its sinall people For the grave's shelter! By desponding men,

swarm'd, Senseless to pains of death, from pangs of guilt! (Those puny vouchers of Omnipotence !) By guilt's last audit! By yon Moon in blood, To the first thought, that asks, ' From whence ** The rocking firmament, the falling stars,

declare And thunder's last discharge, great Nature's knell! Their common source. Thou fountain, running o'r By second chaos and eternal night..

In rivers of communicated joy! Be wise - Nor let Philander blame my charm ; Who gav'st us speech for far, far humbler thenes But own not ill-discharg'd my double debt, Say, by what name shall I presume to call Love to the living; duty to the dead !

Him I see burning in these countless suns For know I'm but executor; he left

As Moses, in the bush? Illustrious Mind! This moral legacy; I make it o'er

The whole creation, less, far less, to thee, By his command; Philander hear in me;

Than that to the creation's ample round. And Heaven in both. - If deaf to these, O! hear How shall I name thee? - How my labouring sd Florello's tender voice; his weal depends

Heaves underneath the thought, too big for birth On thy resolve ; it trembles at thy choice ;

“ Great system of perfections ! mighty cause For his sake - love thyself : example strikes Of causes mighty! cause uncaus'd! sole root All human hcarts; a bad example more ;

Of Nature, that luxuriant growth of God! More still a father's; that ensures his ruin.

First Father of effects! that progeny As parent of his being, wouldst thou prove Of endless series ; where the golden chain's Th’ unnatural parent of his miseries,

Last link admits a period, who can tell ? And make him curse the being which thou gavest ? | Father of all that is or heard, or hears ! Is this the blessing of so fond a father ?

Father of all that is or seen, or sees! If careless of Lorenzo ! spare, Oh! spare

Father of all that is, or shall arise ! Florello's father, and Philander's friend!

Father of this immeasurable mass
Florello's father ruin'd, ruins him ;

Of matter multiform; or dense, or rare ;
And from Philander's friend the world expects Opaque, or lucid; rapid, or at rest;
A conduct, no dishonour to the dead.

Minute, or passing bound! in cach extreme Let passion do, what nobler motive should ;

Of like amaze, and mystery, to man. Let love, and emulation, rise in aid

Father of these bright millions of the night! To reason : and persuade thee to be — blest, Of which the least full gudhead had proclaim'd This seems not a request to be denied ;

And thrown the gazer on his knee - Or, say, Yet (such the infatuation of mankind !)

Is appellation higher still, thy choice?
'T is the most hopeless, man can make to man. Father of matter's temporary lord !
Shall I then rise in argument, and warmth ? Father of spirits ! nobler offspring! sparks
And urge Philander's posthumous advice, Of high paternal glory; rich endow'd
From topics yet unbroach'd ?

With various measures, and with various modes
But, Oh! I faint ! My spirits fail! — Nor strange! Of instinct, reason, intuition ; beams
So long on wing, and in no middle clime ! More pale, or bright from day divine, to break
To which my great Creator's glory call'd; The darker matter organiz'd (the ware
And calls - but, now, in vain. Sleep's dewy wand of all created spirit); beams, that rise
Has strok'd my drooping lips, and promises Each over other in superior light,
My long arrear of rest; the downy god

Till the last ripens into lustre strong, (Wont to return with our returning peace) Of next approach to godhead. Father fond

pay, ere long, and bless me with repose. (Far fonder than e'er bore that name on Earth) Haste, haste, sweet stranger ! from the peasant's of intellectual beings! beings blest cot,

With powers to please thee ! not of passive ply


o laws they know not ; beings lodg'd in seats Or, lower, an immortal in his crimes. Of well-adapted joys, in different domes

His crimes forgive! forgive his virtues, too! )f this imperial palace for thy sons;

Those smaller faults, half-converts to the right -)f this proud, populous, well-policy'd,

Nor let me close these eves, which never more "hough boundless habitation, plann'd by thee : May see the Sun (though night's descending scale Vhose several clans their several climates suit; Now weighs up morn), unpity'd, and unblest ! und transposition, doubtless, would destroy. In thy displeasure dwells eternal pain; Jr, Oh! indulge, immortal King, indulge Pain, our aversion; pain, which strikes me nou ; i title less august indeed, but more

And, since all pain is terrible to man, indearing; ah! how sweet in human pars, Though transient, terrible ; at thy good hour, weet in our ears, and triumph in our hearts ! Gently, ah gently, lay me in my bed, 'ather of immortality to man !

My clay-cold bed ! by nature now, so near ; theme that lately * set my soul on fire

By nature, near; still nearer by disease! .nd thou the next! yet equal ! thou, by whom Till then, be this, an emblem of my grave : That blessing was convey'd; far more ! was bought : Let it out.preach the preacher; every night neffable the price! by whom all worlds

Let it out-cry the boy at Philip's ear; Jere made ; and one redeem'd ! illustrious light That tongue of death! that herald of the tomb ! rom light illustrious ! Thou, whose regal power, And when (the shelter of thy wing implor'd) inite in time, but infinite in space,

My senses, sooth'd, shall sink in soft repose, in more than adamantine basis fix'd,

Osink this truth still deeper in my soul, 'er more, far more, than diadems and thrones, Suggested by my pillow, sign’d by fute, uviolably reigns; the dread of gods !

First, in fate's volume, at the page of mannd Oh! the friend of man! beneath whose foot, Man's sickly soul, though turn'd and toss'd for nd by the mandate of whose aweful nod,

ever, Il regions, revolution, fortunes, fates,

From side to side, can rest on nought but thee : f high, of low, of mind, and matter, roll

Here, in full trust; hereafter, in full joy ; hrough the short channels of expiring time, On thee, the promis'd, sure, eternal down r shoreless ocean of eternity,

Of spirits, toil'd in travel through this vale. alm, or tempestuous (as thy spirit breathes), Nor of that pillow shall my soul despond; i absolute subjection !- And, O thou

For -- Love almighty ! Love almighty! (sing, he glorious third ! distinct, not separate ! Exult, creation !) Love almighty, reigns ! caming from both! with both incorporate ; That death of death! that cordial of despair ! nd (strange to tell !) incorporate with dust! And loud eternity's triumphant song ! y condescension, as thy glory, great,

“ Of whom, no more: - For, Othou Patronnshrin'd in man! of human hearts, if pure,

God! ivine inhabitant! the tie divine .

Thou God and mortal! Thence more God to man ! f Heaven with distant Earth! by whom I trust, Man's theme eternal! man's eternal theme ! f not inspir'd) uncensur'd this address

Thou canst not 'scape uningur'd from our praise. o thee, to them -- to whom ! - Mysterious power! Uninjur'd from our praise can he escape, eveal'd! - yet unreveal'd! darkness in light ! Who, disembosom’d from the Father, bows umber in unity! our joy ! our dread!

The Heaven of Heavens, to kiss the distant Earth! he triple bolt that lays all wrong in ruin!

Breathes out in agonies a sinless soul! hat animates all right, the triple sun!

Against the cross, Death's iron sceptre breaks ! an of the soul! her never-setting sun !

From famish'd ruin plucks her human prey ! riune, unutterable, unconceiv'd,

Throws wide the gates celestial to his foes ! bsconding, yet demonstrable, great God!

Their gratitude, for such a boundless debt, reater than greatest ! Better than the best! Deputes their suffering brothers to receive! inder than kindest! with soft pity's eye,

And, if deep human uilt in payment fails; Jr (stronger still to speak it) with thine own, As deeper guilt prohibits our despair ! rom thy bright home, from that high firmament, Enjoins it, as our duty, to rejoice! Where thou, from all eternity, hast dwelt; And (to close all) omnipotently kind, leyond archangels' unassisted ken;

Takes his delights among the sons of men. 'rom far above what mortals highest call;

What words are these And did they come from 'rom elevation's pinnacle; look down,

Heaven? hrough - What? confounding interval ! through And were they spoke to man? to guilty man? all

What are all mysteries to love like this? and more than labouring fancy can conceive; The songs of angels, all the melodies Through radiant ranks of essences unknown; Of choral gods, are wafted in the sound; "hrough hierarchies from hierarchies detach'd Heal and exhilarate the broken heart ; lound various banners of omnipotence,

Though plung'd, before, in horrours dark as night : Vith endless change of rapturous duties fir'd; Rich prelibation of consummate joy! Through wondrous beings interposing swarms, Nor wait we dissolution to be blest. 111 clustering at the call, to dwell in thee;

This final effort of the moral Muse, Through this wide waste of worlds! this vista vast, How justly titled + nor for me alone : All sanded o'er with suns; suns turn'd to night For all that read; what spirit of support, Before thy feeblest beam - Look down --down - What heights of Consolation, crown my song ! down,

Then, farewell Night! of darkness, now, no Un a poor breathing particle in dust, · Nights the Sixth and Seventh.

* Prov, chap. viü. + The Consolation.

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Joy breaks; shines ; triumphs ; 't is eternal day.
Shall that which rises out of nought complain


Re Of a few evils, paid with endless joys ? My soul ! henceforth, in sweetest union join

TO The two supports of human happiness,

Which some, erroneous, think can never meet;
True taste of life, and constant thought of death!

The thought of death, sole victor of its dread!
Hope, be thy joy; and probity, thy skill ;

-Fulgente trahit constrictos gloria curru
Thy patron he, whose diadem has dropp'd

Non minus ignotos generosis.

Нов. .
Yon gems of Heaven ; eternity, thy prize .
And leave the racers of the world their own,

Their feather, and their froth, for endless toils:
They part with all for that which is not bread;
They mortify, they starve, on wealth, fame, power ;
And laugh to scorn the fools that aim at more.

- Tanto major Famæ sitis est, quam How must a spirit, late escap'd from Earth,


Jov, Sat. I.
Suppose Philander's, Lucia's, or Narcissa's,
The truth of things new-blazing in its eye, My verse is Satire; Dorset, lend your ear,
Look back, astonish'd, on the ways of men, And patronize a Muse you cannot fear.
Whose lives' whole drift is to forget their graves ! To poets sacred is a Dorset's name;
And when our present privilege is past,

Their wonted passport through the gates of Fame' de To scourge us with due sense of its abuse,

It bribes the partial reader into praise, The same astonishment will seize us all.

And throws a glory round the shelter'd lays : What then must pain us, would preserve us now.

The dazzled judgment fewer faults can see, Lorenzo! 't is not yet too late; Lorenzo !

And gives applause to Blackmore, or to me. Seize wisdom, ere 't is torment to be wise;

But you decline the mistress we pursue : That is, seize wisdom, ere she seizes thee.

Others are fond of Fame, but Fame of you. For what, my small philosopher, is Hell?

Instructive Satire, true to virtue's cause! 'T is nothing but full knowledge of the truth, Thou shining supplement of public laws ! When truth, resisted long, is sworn our foe : When flatter'd crimes of a licentious age And calls eternity to do her right.

Reproach our silence, and demand our rage ; Thus, darkness aiding intellectual light, When purchas'd follies, from each distant land, And sacred silence whispering truths divine, Like arts, improve in Britain's skilful hand; And truths divine converting pain to peace, When the Law shows her teeth, but dares Dot biety by My song the midnight raven has outwing'd, And South-sea treasures are not brought to light; And shot, ambitious of unbounded scenes,

When churchmen Scripture for the classics quit

, Beyond the flaming limits of the world,

Polite apostates from God's grace to wat ; Her gloomy flight. But what avails the flight When men grow great from their revenue spend Of fancy, when our hearts remain below?

And fly from bailiffs into parliament; Virtue abounds in flatteries and foes;

When dying sinners, to blot out their score, 'T is pride to praise her ; penance to perform. Bequeath the church the leavings of a share; To more than words to more than worth of To chafe our spleen, when themes like these increas, tongue,

Shall panegyric reign, and censure cease ? Lorenzo! rise, at this auspicious hour;

Shall poesy, like law, turn wrong to right, An hour, when Heaven 's most intimate with man; And dedications wash an Æthiop white, When, like a falling star, the ray divine

Set up each senseless wretch for nature's boast, Glides swift into the bosom of the just ;

On whom praise shines, as trophies on a post! And just are all, determin'd to reclaim;

Shall funeral eloquence her colours spread, Which sets that title high within thy reach.

And scatter roses on the wealthy dead? Awake, then : 'thy Philander calls : awake! Shall authors smile on such illustrious days, Thou, who shalt wake, when the creation sleeps; And satirise with nothing -- but their praise? When, like a taper, all these suns expire ;

Why slumbers Pope, who leads the tuneful teza When Time, like him of Gaza in his wrath, Nor hears that virtue, which he loves, complain? Plucking the pillars that support the world, Donne, Dorset, Dryden, Rochester, are deal, In Nature's ample ruins lies entomb'd;

And guilt's chief foe, in Addison, is filed ; And midnight, universal midnight ! reigns. Congreve, who, crown'd with laurels, fairly wo

Sits siniling at the goal, while others run,
He will not write ; and (more provoking stil)
Ye gods! he will not write, and Mævius will

Doubly distrest, what author shall we find
Discreetly daring, and severely kind,
The courtly Roman's shining path to treed,
And sharply smile prevailing folly dead?
Will no superior genius snatch the quill,
And save me, on the brink, from writing ill?
Though vain the strife, I'll strive my voice to pais
What will not unten attempt for sacred praise ?

• Horace.

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