227. Their cries foon waken all the dwellers near; So 228. weary bees in little cells repofe; But if night-robbers lift the well-flor'd hive, An humming through their waxen city grows, And out upon each other's wings they drive. 229. Now ftreets grow throng'd and bufy as by day: In vain: for from the Eaft a Belgian wind His hoftile breath through the dry rafters fent; A key of fire ran all along the fhore, And lighten'd all the river with a blaze: 232. Old father Thames rais'd up his reverend head, Deep in his ooze he fought his fedgy bed, 233. The fire, mean-time, walks in a broader grofs; 234. At 234. At first they warm, then fcorch, and then they take; Now with long necks from fide to fide they feed: At length grown ftrong their mother-fire forfake, And a new colony of flames fucceed. 235 To every nobler portion of the town The curling billows roll their restless tide: 236. One mighty fquadron with a fide-wind fped, Through narrow lanes his cumber'd fire does hafte, By powerful charms of gold and filver led, The Lombard bankers and the Change to wafte. 237. Another backward to the tower would go, Now day appears, and with the day the king, And fhrieks of fubjects pierce his tender breaft. Near as he draws, thick harbingers of fmoke By fparks, that drive against his facred face. 240. More than his guards his forrows made him known, And pious tears which down his cheeks did fhow'r : The wretched in his grief forgot their own; So much the pity of a King has pow'r. G4 241. He 241. He wept the flames of what he lov'd fo well, And what fo well had merited his love: For never prince in grace did more excel, Or royal city more in duty ftrove. 242. Nor with an idle care did he behold: Subjects may grieve, but monarchs must redress; He chears the fearful and commends the bold, And makes defpairers hope for good fuccefs. 243. Himfelf directs what firft is to be done, And orders all the fuccours which they bring : 244. He fees the dire contagion fpread so fast, That country, which would elfe the foe maintain. 245. The powder blows up all before the fire: Th' amazed flames ftand gather'd on a heap ; And from the precipice's brink retire, Afraid to venture on fo large a leap. 246. Thus fighting fires a while themselves confume, 247. Part ftay for paffage, 'till a guft of wind 248. Thus 248. Thus to fome defert plain, or old wood-fide, Dire night-hags come from far to dance their round; And o'er broad rivers on their fiends they ride, Or fweep in clouds above the blafted ground. 249. way: No help avails: for hydra-like, the fire 250. The rich grow fuppliant, and the poor grow proud : When others ruin may increase their store. As those who live by fhores with joy behold 252. So thefe but wait the owners last despair, The days were all in this loft labour spent ; His beams he to his royal brother lent, And fo fhone still in his reflective light. 254. Night came, but without darkness or repofe, 255. Thofe 255. Those who have homes, when home they do repair, To a laft lodging call their wandering friends: Their fhort uneafy fleeps are broke with care, To look how near their own deftruction tends. 256. Those who have none, fit round where once it was, And with full eyes each wonted room require: Haunting the yet warm ashes of the place, As murder'd men walk where they did expire. Some ftir up coals and watch the vestal fire, The most in fields like herded beafts lie down, To dews obnoxious on the grafly floor; And while their babes in fleep their forrows drown, Sad parents watch the remnants of their store. 259. While by the motion of the flames they guess 260. No thought can ease them but their fovereign's care, Whose praise th' afflicted as their comfort fing: E'en thofe, whom want might drive to just despair, Think life a bleffing under fuch a King. 261. Mean time he fadly fuffers in their grief, All the long night he ftudies their relief, |