To trace her hallow'd light through future worlds,
And bless Heaven's image in the heart of man.
Thus with a faithful aim have we presum'd,
Adventurous, to delineate Nature's form;
Whether in vast, majestic pomp array'd, 440 Or drest for pleasing wonder, or serene
In Beauty's rosy smile. It now remains,
Through various being's fair-proportion'd scale,
To trace the rising lustre of her charms,
From their first twilight, shining forth at length
To full meridian splendour. Of degree
The least and lowliest, in the effusive warmth
Of colours mingling with a random blaze,
Doth Beauty dwell. Then higher in the line
And variation of determin'd shape, 4 JO Where Truth's eternal measures mark the bound
Of circle, cube, or sphere. The third ascent
Unites this varied symmetry of parts
With colour's bland allurement; as the pearl
Shines in the concave of its azure bed,
And painted shells indent their speckled wreath.
Then more attractive rise the blooming forms
Through which the breath of Nature has infus'd
Her genial power to draw with pregnant veins
Nutritious moisture from the bounteous Earth,
In fruit and seed prolific: thus the flowers 461
Their purple honours with the spring resume;
And thus the stately tree with autumn bends
With blushing treasures. But more lovely still
Is Nature's charm, where to the full consent
Of complicated members to the bloom
Of colour, and the vital change of growth,
Life's holy flame and piercing sense are given,
And active motion speaks the tumper'd soul:
So moves the bird of Juno; so the steed 470 With rival ardour beats the dusty plain,
And faithful dogs with eager airs of joy
Salute their fellows. Thus doth Beauty dwell
There most conspicuous, even in outward shape,
Where dawns the high expression of a mind:
By steps conducting our enraptur'd search
To that eternal origin, whose power,
Through all the unbounded symmetry of things,
Like rays effulging from the parent Sun,
This endless mixture of her charms dilfus'd. 480
Mind, mind alone, (bear witness, Earth and Heaven!)
The living fountains in itself contains
Of beauteous and sublime: here hand in hand,
Sit paramount the Graces ; here enthron'd,
Celestial Venus, with divinest airs,
Invites the soul to never-fading joy.
Look then abroad through Nature, to the range
Of planets, suns, and adamantine spheres,
Wheeling unshaken through the void immense;
And speak, O man! does this capacious scene
With half that kindling majesty dilate 491 Thy strong conception, as when Brutus rose
Refulgent from the stroke of Caesar's fate,
Amid the crowd of patriots; and his arm
Aloft extending, like eternal Jove
When guilt brings down the thunder, call'd aloud
On Tully's name, and shook his crimson steel,
And bade the father of his country hail?
For lo! the tyrant prostrate on the dust,
And Rome again is free! Is aught so fair 500 In all the dewy landscapes of the spring,
In the bright eye of Hesper or the Morn,
In Nature's fairest forms, is aught so fair
As virtuous Friendship? as the candid blush
Of him who strives with fortune to be just?

S POEMS.The graceful tear that streams for others woes?Or the mild majesty of private life, Where Peace with ever-blooming olive crowns The gate ;' where Honour's liberal hands effuse

Unenvied treasures, and the snowy wings 510 Of Innocence and Love protect the scene?Once more search, undismay'd, the dark profound Where Nature works in secret; view the beds Of mineral treasure, and the eternal vault

That bounds the hoary Ocean; trace the forms Of atoms moving with incessant change Their elemental round; behold the seeds Of being, and the energy of life Kindling the mass with ever-active flame:Then to the secrets of the working mind 520 Attentive turn; from dim oblivion call Her fleet, ideal band; and bid them, go!Break through Time's barrier, and o'ertake the hour That saw the heavens created: then declare If aught were found in those external scenes To move thy wonder now. For what are all The forms which brute, unconscious matter wears,

Greatness of bulk, or symmetry of parts?Not reaching to the heart, soon feeble grows The superficial impulse; dull their charms, 530 And satiate soon, and pall the languid eye. Not so the moral species, nor the powers Of genius and design; the ambitious mind There sees herself: by these congenial forms Touch'd and anaken'd, with intenser act She bends each nerve, and meditates well-pleas'd

Her features in the mirror. For of all The inhabitants of Earth, to man alone Creative Wisdom gave to lift his eye To Truth's eternal measures; thence to frame

The sacred laws of action and of will, 541 Discerning justice from unequal deeds,

And temperance from folly. But beyond This energy of Truth, whose dictates bind Assenting reason, the benignant sire, To deck the honour'd paths of just and good, Has added bright Imagination's rays:Where Virtue, rising from the awful depth

Of Truth's mysterious bosom, doth forsake The unadorn'd condition of her birth; 550

And, dress'd by Fancy in ten thousand hues.

Assumes a various feature, to attract, With charms responsive to each gazer's eye, The hearts of men. Amid his rural walk, The ingenious youth, whom solitude inspires With purest wishes, from the pensive shade Beholds her moving, like a virgin-muse That wakes her lyre to some indulgent theme Of harmony and wonder: while among The herd of servile minds her strenuous form 560 Indignant flashes on the patriot's eye, And through the rolls of memory appeals To ancient honour, or, in act serene, Yet watchful, raises the majestic sword Of public power, from dark ambition's reach To guard the sacred volume of the laws.

Genius of ancient Greece! whose faithful steps Well-pleas'd I follow through the sacred paths Of Nature and of Science; nurse divine Of all heroic deeds and fair desires! 570 O! let the breath of thy extended praise Inspire my kindling bosom to the height Of this untempted theme. Nor be my thoughts Presumptuous counted, if amid the calm That soothes this vernal evening into smiles,




I steal impatient from the sordid haunts Of Strife and low Amhition, to attend Thy sacred presence in the sylvan shade, Ft their malignant footsteps ne'er profan'd. Desvend, proptious! to my favour'd eye; Soeh in thy mien, thy warm, exalted air, As when the Persian tyrant, foil'd and stung With shame and desperation, gnash'd his teeth To see thee rend the pageants of his throne; tod it the lightning of thy lifted spear Cmuch'd like a slave. Bring all thy martial spoils, Thy palms, thy laurels, thy triumphal songs, Thy smiling hand of arts, thy godlike sires Of civil wisdom, thy heroic youth 5S9 Warm from the schools of glory. Guide my way Throo/h fair Lyceum's walk, the green retreats Of Academns, and the thymy vale, Where, oft enchanted with Socratic sounds, Histos pure devolv'd his tuneful stream In gentler murmurs. From the hlooming store Of these auspicious fields, may I unhlam'd Transplant some living blossoms to adorn My native clime: while far ahove the flight Of Fancy's plume aspiring, I unlock The springs of ancient Wisdom! while I jo:n 600 Thv name, thrice honour'd! with the immortal praise Of Nature, while to my compatriot youth I point the high example of thy sons,

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Tn separation of the works of imagination from philosophy, the cause of their ahuse among the moderns. Prospect of their re-union under the inaaence of puhlic liherty. Enumeration of accidental pleasures, which increase the effect of ohiects delightful to the imagination. The pleasures of sense. Particular circumstances of the mind. Discovery of truth. Perception of contrivance and design. Emotion of the passion. All the natural passions partake of a pleasing sensation; with the final cause of this con-tit uhon illustrated by an allegorical vision, and exemplified in sorrow, pity, terrour, and indigna

shall the laurel and the vocal string Hsinue their honours? When shall we hehold The tuneful tongue, the Promethean hand, %e to ancient praise? Alas! how faint, ITM slow, the dawn of Beauty and of Truth Breaks the reluctant shades of Gothic night wkidl yet involve the nations! Long they groan'd beneath the furies of rapacious Force; Oft as the gloomy North, with iron-swarms T'mpestoous pouring from her frozen caves, I0 Basted the Italian shore, and swept the works W liherty and Wisdom down the gulf VOL xrv.

Of all-devouring N ght . As long immur'd
In noon-tide darkness hy the glimmering lamp,
Each Muse and each fair Science pin'd away
The sordid hours: while foul, harharian hands
Their mysteries profan'd, unstrung the lyre,
And chain'd the soaring pinion down to Earth.
At last the Muses rose, and spurn'd their honds,
And, wildly warhling, scatter'd, as they flew, 20
Their blooming wreaths from fair Valelusa's howers
To Arno's myrtle horder, and the shore
Of soft Parthenope. But still the rage
Of dire Amhition and gigantic Power,
From puhlic aims and from the busy walk
Of civil Commerce, drove the holder train
Of penetrating Science to the cells,
Where studious Ease consumes the silent hour
In shadowy searches and unfruitful care.
Thus from their guardians torn, the tender arts
Of mimic Fancy and harmonious Joy, 3I
To priestly domination and the lust
Of lawless courts, their amiahle tail
For three inglorious ages have resign'd,
In vain reluctant: and Torquato's tongue
Was tun'd for slavish pseaus at the throne
Of tinsel pomp: and Raphacl's magic hand
Effus'd its fair creation to enchant
The fond adoring herd in Latian fanes
To hlind helief; while on their prostrate necks 40
The sahle tyrant plants his heel secure.
But now, behold! the radiant era dawns,
When Freedom's ample fahrie, fix'd at length
For endless years on Alhion's happy shore
In full proportion, once more shall extend
To all the kindred powers of social bliss
A common mansion, a parental roof.
There shall the Virtues, there shall Wisdom's

Their long-lost friends rejoining, as of old,
Embrace the smiling family of Arts, 50
The Muses and the Graces. Then no more
Shall Vice, distracting their delicious gifts
To aims ahhorr'd, with high distaste and scorn
Turn from their charms the philosophic eye,
The patriot-hosom; then no more the paths
Of public care or intellectual toil,
Alone hy footsteps haughty and severe In gloomy state he trod: the harmonious Muse,
And her persuasive sisters, then shall plant
Their sheltering laurels o'er the hlack ascent,.
And scatter flowers along the rugged way.
Arm'dwith the lyre, already have we dar'd
To pierce divine Philosophy's retreats,
And teach the Muse her lore; already strove
Their long-divided honours to unite,
While tempering this deep argument we sang
Of Truth and Beauty. Now the same glad task
Impends; now urging our amhitious toil,
We hasten to recount the various springs
Of adventitious pleasure, which adjoin 70
Their grateful influence to the prime effect
Of ohjects grand or beauteous, and enlarge
The complicated joy. The sweets of sense,
Do they not oft with kind accession flow.
To raise harmonious Fancy's native charm?
So while we taste the fragrance of the rose,
Glows not her blush the fairer? While we view
Amid the noontide walk a limpid rill
Gush through the trickling herbage, to the thirst
Of summer yielding the delicious draught 80
Of cool refreshment; o'er the mossy hrink


Shines not the surface clearer, and the waves
With sweeter music murmur as they flow?

Nor this alone; the various lot of life
Oft from external circumstance assumes
A moment's disposition to rejoice
In those delights which at a different hour
Would pass unheeded. Fair the face of Spring,
When rural songs and odours wake the Morn,
To every eye; but how much more to his 90 Round whom the bed of sickness long diffus'd
Its melancholy gloom! how doubly fair,
When first with fresh-born vigour he inhales
The balmy breeze, and feels the blessed Sun
Warm at his bosom, from the springs of life
Chasing oppressive damps and languid pain!Or shall I mention, where celestial Truth
Her awful light discloses, to bestow
A more majestic pomp on Beauty's frame? 99
For man loves knowledge, and the beams of Truth
More welcome touch his understanding's eye,
Than all the blandishments of sound his ear,
Than all of taste his tongue. Nor ever yet
The melting rainbow's vernal-tinctur'd hues
To me have shone so pleasing, as when first
The hand of Science pointed out the path
In which the sun-beams gleaming from the west
Fall on the watery cloud, whose darksome veil
Involves the orient; and that trickling shower
Piercing through every crystalline convex 110
Of clustering dew-drops to their flight oppos'd',
Recoil at length where concave all behind
The internal surface on each glassy orb
Repells their forward passage into air;
That thence direct they seek the radiant goal
From which their course began; and, as they strike
In different lines the gazer's obvious eye,
Assume a different lustre, through the brede
Of colours changing from the splendid rose
To the pale violet's dejected hue. 120

Or shall we touch that kind access of joy, That springs to each fair object, while we trace Through all its fabric, Wisdom's artful aim Disposing every part, and gaining still By means proportion'd her benignant end? Speak, ye, the pure delight, whose favour'd steps The lamp of Science through the jealous maze Of Nature guides, when haply you reveal Her secret honours: whether in the sky, 129 The beauteous laws of light, the central powers That wheel the pensile planets round the year; Whether in wonders of the rolling deep, Or the rich fruits of all-sustaining earth, Or fine-adjusted springs of life and sense, Ye scan the counsels of their author's hand. What, when to raise the meditated scene, The flame of passion through the struggling soul Deep-kindled, shows across that sudden blaze The object of its rapture, vast of size, With fiercer colours and a night of shade? 140 What? like a storm from their capacious bed The sounding seas o'erwhelming, when the might Of these eruptions, working from the depth Of man's strong apprehension, shakes his frame Even to the base; from every naked sense Of pain or pleasure dissipating all Opinion's feeble coverings, and the veil Spun from the cobweb fashion of the times To hide the feeling heart? Then Nature speaks Her genuine language, and the words of men, 150 Big with the very motion of their souls,

Declare with what accumulated force
The impetuous nerve of passion urges on
The native weight and energy of things.

Yet more: her honours where nor beauty claims
Nor shows of good the thirsty sense allure,
From Passion's power alone our nature holds
Essential pleasure. Passion's fierce illapsu
Rouzes the mind's whole fabric; with supplies
Of daily impulse keeps the elastic powers 160

Intensely pois'd, and polishes anew
By that collision all the fine machine: •

Else, rust would rise, and foulness, by degrees
Encumbering, choke at last what Heaven design'd
For ceaseless motion and a round of toil.
—But say, does every passion thus to man
Administer delight? That name indeed
Becomes the rosy breath of Love; becomes
The radiant smiles of Joy, the applauding hand
Of Admiration: but the bitter shower 119

That Sorrow sheds upon a brother's grave,
But the dumb palsy of nocturnal Fear,
Or those consuming fires that gnaw the heart
Of panting Indignation, find we there
To move delight?—Then listen while my tongue
The unalter'd will of Heaven with faithful awe
Reveals; what old Harmodius, wont to teach
My early age; Harmodius, who had wcigh'd
Within his learned mind whate'er the schools
Of Wisdom, or thy lonely-whispering voice, 180
O faithful Nature! dictate of the laws
Which govern and support this mighty frame
Of universal being. Oft the hours
From morn to eve have stolen unmark'd away,
While mute attention hung upon his lips,
As thus the sage his awful tale began.
'"Twas in the windings of an ancient wood,
When spotless youth with solitude resigns
To sweet philosophy the studious day,
What time pale Autumn shades the silent eve, 190
Musing I rov'd. Of good and evil much,
And much of mortal man my thought revolv'd;
When starting full on Fancy's gushing eye
The mournful image of Parthenia's fate,
That hour, O long belov'd and long deplor'd!
When blooming youth, nor gentlest Wisdom's arts.
Nor Hymen's honours gatherM for thy brow,
Nor all thy lover's, all thy father's tears
Avail'd to snatch thee from the cruel grave;
Thy agonizing looks, thy last farewell 200

Struck to the inmost feeling of my soul
As with the hand of Death. At once the shade
More horrid nodded o'er me, and the winds
With hoarser murmuring shook the branches. Dark
As midnight storms, the scene of human things
Appcar'd before me; deserts, burning sands,
Where the parch'd adder dies; the frozen south,
And Desolation blasting all the west
With rapine and with murder: tyrant Power
Here sits enthron'd with blood; the baleful charms
Of Superstition there infect the skies, 211

And turn the Sun to horrour. Gracious Heaven \
What is the life of man? Or cannot these,
Not these portents thy awful will suffice?
That, propagated thus beyond their scope,
They rise to act their cruelties anew
In my afflicted bosom, thus decreed
The universal sensitive of pain,
The wretched heir of evils not its own!

"Thus I impatient; when, at once effus'd, 2CG A flashing torrent of celestial day






Burst through the shadowy void. With slow descent
A purple cloud came floating through the sky,
And pois'd at length within the circling trees,
Hun; ohvious to my view; till opening wide
Its lucid orh, a more than human form
Emerging lean'd majestic o'er my head,
And instant thunder shook the conscious grove.
Then melted into air the liquid cloud,
Thru all the shining vision stood reveai'd
A wreath of palm his ample forehead hound,
And o'er his shoulder, mantling to his knee,
Flow'd the transparent rohe, around his waist
Collected with a radiant zone of gold
Ethereal: there in mystic signs engrav'd,
I read his office high, and sacred name,
Genios of human kind. Appall'd I gaz'd
The godlike presence; for athwart his hrow
&.sp!easure, temper'd with a mild concern,
Lnok'd down reluctant on me, and his words
Like distant thunders broke the murmuring air.

"' Vain are thy thoughts, O child of mortal hirth
And impotent thy tongue. Is thy short span
Capacious of this universal frame?
Thy wisdom all-sufficient? Thou, alas!
Diit thou aspire to judge hetween the Lord
Of Nature and his works? to lift thy voice
Against the sovereign order he decreed,
All good and lovely? to blaspheme the hands
Of tenderness innate, and social love,
Holiest of things! hy which the general orb
Of being, as by adamantine links,
Was drawn to perfect union, and sustainsd
From everlasting? Hast thou felt the pangs
Of softening sorrow, of indignant zeal
So grievous to the soul, as thence to wish
The ties of Nature hroken from thy frame;
That so thy selfish, unrelenting heart
Might cease to mourn its lot, no longer then
The wretched heir of evils not its own?
0 fair benevolence of generous minds!

0 man by Nature form'd for all mankind !t

"He spoke; ahash'd and silent I remain'd, Ai conscious of my tongue's offence, and aw'd Before his presence, though my secret soul ftsdain'd the imputation. On the ground

I fix'd my eyes; till from his airy couch

He itoop'd suhlime, and touching with his hand My dazzling forehead, 'Raise thy sight,' he cry'd, 'And let thy sense convince thy erring tongue'

"I look'd, and lo! the former scene was chang'd; For verdant alleys and surrounding trees, 272 A solitary prospect, wide and wild, BmVd on my senses. 'Twas an horrid pile Of hills, with many a shaggy forest mix'd, With many a sable cliff and glittering stream. Ateft, recumhent o'er the hanging ridge, The hrown woodswav'd; while eVer-trickling springs Wish'd from the naked roots of oak and pine The crumbling soil; and still at every fall 280 Down the steep windings of the channel'd rock, wmnrmuring msh'd the congregated floods With hoarser inundation; till at last , They reach'd a grassy plain, which from the skirts Of that high desert spread her verdant lap, | tad drank the gushing moisture, where, conGn'd

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That flowery level. On the river's brink
I spy'd a fair pavilion, which diffus'd
Its floating umbrage 'mid the silver shade
Of osiers. Now the western Sun reveal'd
Between two parting cliffs his golden orh,
And pour'd across the shadow of the hills,
On rocks and floods, a yellow stream of light
That cheer'd the solemn scene. My listening powers
Were aw'd, and every thought in silence hung,
And wondering expectation. Then the voice 301
Of that celestial liower, the mystic show
Declaring, thus my deep attention call'd.

"' Inhahitants of Earth, to whom is given
The gracious ways of Providence to learn,
Receive my sayings with a stedfast ear—
Know then, the sovereign sp:iit of the world,
Though, self-collected from eternal time,
Wit hin his own deep essence he beheld
The hounds of true felicity complete; 3I0
Yet hy immense henignity inclin'd
To spread around him that primeval joy
Which fill'd himself, he rais'd his plastic arm,
And sounded through the hollow depth of space
The strong, creative mandate. Straight arose
These heavenly orbs, the glad ahodes of life
Effusive kindled by his breath divine
Through endless forms of being. Each inhal'd
From him its portion of the vital flame,
In measure such, that, from the wide complex
Of co-existent orders, one might rise, 321
One order, all-involving and entire.
He too heholding in the sacred light
Of his essential reason, all the shapes
Of swift contingence, all successive ties
Of action propagated through the sum
Of possihle existence, he at once,
Down the long series of eventful time,
So fix'd the dates of being, so dispos'd,
To every living soul of every kind 530
The field of motion and the hour of rest,
That all conspir'd to his supreme design,
To universal good: with full accord
Answering the mighty model he had chosen,
The best and fairest of unnumber'd worlds,
That lay from everlasting in the store
Of his divine conceptions. Nor content,
By one exertion of creative power
His goodness to reveal; through every age,
Through every moment up the tract of time, 540
His parent-hand, with ever-new increase
Of happiness and virtue, has adorn'd
The vast harmonious frame: his parent hand,
From the mute shell-fish gasping on the shore,
To men, to angels, to celestial minds,
For ever leads the generations on
To higher scenes of being; while supply'd
From day to day with his enlivening breath,
Inferior orders in succession rise
To fill the void below. As flame ascends, 350
As hodies to their proper centre move,
As the pois'd ocean to the attracting Moon
Obedient swells, and every headlong stream
Devolves its winding waters to the main;
So all things which have life aspire to fiod,
The Sun of heing, houndless, unimpair'd,
Centre of souls! Nor does the faithful voice
Of Nature cease to prompt their eager steps
Aright; nor is the care of Heaven withheld
From granting to the task proportion'd aid; 360
That in their stations all may persevere

To climb the ascent of being, and approach
For ever nearer to the life divine.

"'That rocky pile thou seest, that verdant lawn
Fresh water'd from the mountains. Let the scene
Paint in thy fancy the primeval seat
Of man, and where the will supreme ordain'd
His mansion, that pavilion fair diffus'd
Along the shady, hrink; in this recess
To wear the appointed season of his youth, 570
Till riper hours should open to his toil
The high communion of superior minds,
Of consecrated heroes and of gods.
Nor did the Sire Omnipotent forget
His tender bloom to cherish; nor withheld
Celestial footsteps from his green ahode.
Oft from the radiant honours of his throne,
He sent whom most he lov'd, the sovereign fair,
The effluence of his glory, whom he plac'd
Before his eyes for ever to behold; 380
The goddess from whose inspiration flows
The toil of patriots, the delight of friends;
Without whose work divine, in Heaven or Earth,
Nought lovely, nought propitious comes to pass,
Nor hope, nor praise, nor honour. Her the sire
Gave it in charge to rear the hlooming mind,
The folded powers to open, to direct
The growth luxuriant of his young desires,
And from the laws of this majestic world 389
To teach him what was good. As thus the nymph
Her daily care attended, by her side
With constant steps her gay companions stay'd,
The fair Euphrosyne, the gentle queen
Of smiles, and graceful gladness, and delights
That cheer alike the hearts of mortal men
And powers immortal. See the shining pair!
Behold, where from his dwelling now disclos'd
They quit their youthful charge and seek the skies.'

"I look'd, and on the flowery turf there stood, Between two radiant forms, a smiling youth 400 Whose tender checks display'd the vernal flower Of beauty; sweetest innocence illum'd His hashful eyes, and on his polish'd hrow Sate young Simplicity. With fond regard He view'd the associates, as their steps they mov'd; The younger chief his ardent eyes detain'd, With mild regret invoking her return. Bright as the star of evening she appear'd Amid the dusky scene. Eternal youth 409 O'er all her form its glowing honours hreath'd; And smiles eternal from her candid eyes Flow'd, like the dewy lustre of the morn Effusive trembling on the placid waves. The spring of Heaven had shed its blushing spoils To bind her sable tresses: full diffus'd Her yellow mantle floated in the breeze; And in her hand she wav'd a living branch Rich with immortal fruits, of power to calm 418 The wrathful heart, and from the brightening eyes To chase the cloud of sadness. More suhlime The heavenly partner mov'd. The prime of age .Compos'd her steps. The presence of a god, High on the circle of her hrow enthron'd, From each majestic motion darted awe, Devoted awe! till, cherish'd by her looks Benevolent and meet, confiding love To filial rapture soften'd all the soul. Free in her graceful hand she pois'd the sword Of chaste dominion. An heroic crown Display'd the old simplicity of pomp 430 Aruund her houour'd head. A matron's rohe,

White as the sunshine streams through vernal clouds,
Her stately form invested. Hand in hand
The immortal pair forsook the enamell'd green,
Ascending slowly. Rays of limpid light
Gleam'd round their path; celestial sounds v. er*

And through the fragrant air ethereal dews
Distill'd around them l till at once the clouds,
Disparting wide in midway sky, withdrew
Their airy veil, and left a bright expanse 440
Of empyrean flame, where spent and drown'd,
Afflicted vision plung'd in vain to scan
What object it involv'd. My feeble eyes
Indur'd not. Bending down to Earth I stood,
With dumb attention. Soon a female voice,
As watery murmurs sweet, or warbling shades,
With sacred invocation thus hegan.

"' Father of gods and mortals! whose right arm
With reins eternal guides the moving heavens,
Bend thy propitious ear. Behold well pleas'd
I seek to finish thy divine decree. 45I

With frequent steps I visit yonder seat
Of man, thy offspring; from the tender seeds
Of justice and of wisdom, to evolve
The latent honours of his generous frame;
Till thy conducting hand shall raise his lot
From Earth's dim scene to these ethereal walks,
The temple of thy glory. But not me,
Not my directing voice, he oft requires,
Or hears delighted: this enchanting maid, 460
The associate thou hast given me, her alone
He loves, O Father! absent, her he craves;
And but for her glad presence ever join'd,
Rejoices not in mine: that all my hopes
This thy benignant purpose to fulfil,
I deem uncertain: and my daily cares
Unfruitful all and vain, unless by thee
Still further aided in the work divine.'

"She ceas'd; a voice more awful thus replv'd.
'O thou! in whom for ever I delight, 410
Fairer than all the inhabitants of Heaven,
Best image of thy author! far from thee
Be disappointment, or distaste, or blame;
Who soon or late shall every work fulfil,
And no resistance find. If man refuse
To hearken to thy dictates; or, allur'd
By meaner joys, to any other power
Transfer the honours due to thee alone;
That joy which he pursues he ne'er shall tasie.
That power in whom delighteth ne'er hehold. 4SO
Go then, once more, and happy be thy toil:
Go then ! hut let not this thy smiling friend
Partake thy footsteps. In her stead, behold!
With thee the son of Nemesis I send;
The fiend ahhorr'd! whose vengeance takes account
Of sacred Order's violated laws.
See where he calls thee, burning to be gone,
Fierce to exhaust the tempest of his wrath
On yon devoted head. But thou, my child,
Control his cruel phrenzy, and protect 490
Thy tender charge; that when Despair shall grasp
His agonizing hosom, he may learn,
Then he may learn to love the gracious hand
Alone sufficient in the hour of ill
To save his feeble spirit; then confess
Thy genuine honours, O excelling fair!
When all the plagues that wait the deadly will
Of this avenging demon, all the storms
Of night infernal, serve but to display
The energy of thy superior charms SCR

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