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The solitary bird of night
And quits the time-shook tow'r,
Beneath his ivy bow'r.
And sighing gales repeat:
At Wisdom's awful seat.
Beneath the lunar ray:
As in the glare of day.
Bless'd source of purer joys; In ev'ry form of beauty bright, That captivates the mental sight
With pleasure and surprise ! At thy unspotted shrine I bow: Assist thy modest suppliant's vow,
That breathes no wild desires; But, taught by thy unerring rules To shun the fruitless wish of fools,
To nobler views aspires.
Not fortune's gem, ambition's plume,
Be objects of my prayer;
The dull rewards of care.
By studious thought refin'd: For wealth, the smiles of glad content ; For pow'r, his amplest, best extent,
An empire o'er the mind. When Fortune drops her gay parade, When Pleasure's transient roses fade,
And wither in the tomb,
In undecaying bloom.
1 Alike contemn the leaden fool, And all the pointed ridicule
Of undiscerning wit.
In thy retreat I rest,
In all thy graces dress'd.
He bid Ilyssus' tuneful stream
Of perfect, fair, and good :
In awful silence stood.
Reclaim'd, her wild licentious youth
And felt its just control :
O'er all their senses stole.
The hero's gen'rous strife :
Of still domestic life.
My thoughts direct their flight: Wisdom's thy gift, and all her force From thee deriv'd, unchanging source
Of intellectual light!
Through life's perplexing road;
To happiness and good!
Beneath her clear discerning eye
Of Folly's painted show:
The spirit, Independence, let me share,
Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye ! Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. Deep in the frozen regions of the north, A goddess violated brought thee forth, Immortal Liberty! whose look sublime [clime. Hath bleach'd the tyrant's cheek in every varying What time the iron-hearted Gaul,
With frantic Superstition for bis guide, Arm'd with the dagger and the pall,
The sons of Woden to the field defied; The ruthless hag, by Weser's flood,
In Heaven's name urged th' infernal blow;
And red the streams began to flow :
Charlemagne obliged four thousand Sason prisoners to embrace the Christian religion, and immediately after they were baptized, ordered their throats to be cut. Their prince Vitikind fled for shelter to Gotrick, king of Denmark.
The Saxon prince in horror fled
From altars stain'd with human gore; And liberty his routed legions led
In safety to the bleak Norwegian shore. There in a cave asleep she lay,
Lull'd by the hoarse-resounding main ; When a bold savage pass'd that way,
Impellid by destiny, his name Disdain. Of ample front the portly chief appear’d:
The bunted bear supplied a shaggy vest ; The drifted snow hung on his yellow beard ;
And his broad shoulders brav'd the furious blast. He stopp’d; he gaz'd; his bosom glow'd,
And deeply felt the impression of her charms: He seiz'd the advantage Fate allow'd;
And straight compress'd her in bis vigorous arms.
The curlew scream'd, the tritons blew
Their shells to celebrate the ravish'd rite ;
And Independence saw the light.
Where, under cover of a flowering thorn,
The smiling infant to their charge consign'd: The Doric Muse caress'd the favourite boy ;
The hermit Wisdom stor'd his opening mind.