what intror views the lightning glare, view, unmov'd, fad Afric's fhore 2 Loft in the pleafing dream, awhile the foul, Wheno'er your heads th'avenging thunders roll, genius glows in Hayley's page,For, then no more the fatal branch shall bind, id, to our enchanted eyes, wn trains, a fecond Pope arife. perniex'd in errors thorny maze, ridobicur'd and darken'd rays, ae, unveil'd the beauteous maid: rature ftood at once difplay'd. bals that Britain once poffefs'd, ****virtue fir'd the patriot's breaft; In golden ties, the loft enchanted mind; feedom to a wretched land, gs with a lib'ral hand. I: Baradife, by freedom made, bends the lofty brow, each beauteous bioffom (prung; of brightest hue oppreffion nam d, thetree the rank of commerce claim'd. terar deceit, beneath its hade -nger eye the flaves of av`rice stray'd; frant was lovelieft to the view, preading tree of commerce prew; b's the baneful lead with fatal haite, *ult pulloa to th' enchanted tafte; §342. A Prayer in the Profpect of Death, Burns. O THOU unknown Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear! In whofe dread Prefence, ere an hour, If I have wander'd in thofe paths Do Thou, All-Good! for fuch Thou art, $343. The Genealogy of Chrift, as it is reprefeated on the Euft Window of Winchester College Chapel. Written at Winton School by Dr. Lowth. AT once to raise our rev'rence and delight, Thy strokes, great Artit, fo fublime appear, They check our pleature with an awful fear; While tho the mortai line the God you trace, Author him of and Heif Jefie's race, F adme ty bold defign, ct, own the hand divine. chy work the lifing dayfhallftream, thine honour, praife, and name. may thy labours to the Mufe impart ae emanation from her fifter art, To animate the ver e, and bid it shine In colours eafy, bright, and fong as thine! Supine on earth an awful nigure lies, While foftet flumbers feen to feal his eyes; The hoary fire Heaven's guardian care demands, And at his feet the watchful angel ftands. The form auguft and large, the mien divine, Betray the founder of Meffiah's line. Lo! from his loins the promis'd ftem afcend, And high to Heaven its facred boughs extend: Each limb productive of fome hero fprings, And bloom luxuriant with a race of kings. Th'eternd plant wide fpreads its arms around, And with the mighty branch the myftic top is crown'd. And lo! the glories of th' illuftrious line Attheir firft dawn with ripen'd (plendours fhine, In David all exprefs'd; the good, the great, The king, the hero, and the man complete. Serene he fits, and fweeps the golden lyre, And blends the prophet's with the poet's fire. See! with what art he ftrikes the vocal strings, The God, his theme, in'piring what he fings! Hark-or our ears delude us-from his tongue Sweet flows, or feems to flow, fome heavenly fong. Oh could thine art arreft the fleeting found, And paint the voice in magic numbers bound; Could the warm fun,as erft when Memnon play'd, Wake with his rifing beam the vocal thade; Then might he draw the attentive angels down, Bending to hear the lay, fo fweet, fo like their own. On either fide the monarch's offspring shine, And fome adorn, and fome difgrace their line. Here Ammon glories; proud incelinous lord! This hand fuftains the robe, and that the fword. Frowning and fierce, with haughty ftrides he tow`rs, And on his horrid brow defiance low'rs. * Jeffe. There Abfalom the ravifh'd fceptre fways And his ftolen honour all his fhame dipl The bafe ufurper Youth! who joins in o The rebel fubject and th' ungrateful fon Amid the royal race, fee Nathan ftand Fervent he feems to fpeak, and lift his ha His looks the emotion of his foul difcloft And eloquence from ev'ry gefture flows. Such, and fo ftern he came, ordain'd to The ungrateful mandate to the guilty When, at his dreadful voice, a fudden Shot thro' the trembling monarch's com heart, From his own lips condemn'd; fevere de Had his God prov'd fo ftern a Judge as But man with frailty is allied by birth; Confummate purity ne'er dwelt on earth Thro' all the foul tho' virtue holds the re Beats at the heart, and fprings in ev'ry v Yet ever from the cleareft fource have ra Some grofs alloy, fome tincture of the n But who is he deep mufing? in his mi He feems to weigh in reafon's fcales man Fix'd contemplation holds his fteady eye I know the faget, the wifeft of the wife. Bleft with all man could with, or prince o Yet hisgreat heartpronounc'dthofeblefling And lo! bright glittering in his facred ha In miniature the glorious temple ftands. Effulgent frame! ftupendous to behold Gold the ftrong valves,the roof of burnish The wand'ring ark,inthat bright dome ent Spreads the ftrong light, eternal, uncont Above th' unutterable glory plays, Prefence divine! and the full-streaming Pour thro' reluctant clouds intolerable bi But ftern oppreffion rends Reboam's See the gay prince, injurious, proud, and Th' imperial fceptre totters in his hand. And proud rebellion triumphs in the lan Curs'd with corruption's ever-fruitful 1 A beardless Senate, and a haughty King There Afa, good and great, the fceptro Juftice attends his peace, fuccefs his wa While virtue was his fword and Heaven hi Without controul the warrior swept the Loaded with fpoils, triumphant he retur And half her fwarthy fons fad Ethiopian But fince thy fagging niety decay'd, And barter'd God's defence for human See their fair laurels wither on thy brow Nor herbs nor healthful arts avail thee Noris Heav'n chang'd,apoftate prince,but No mean atonement does this lapfe req But fee the Son, you must forgive the Het, the just prince-with ev'ry virtue He reign'd, and goodness all the man po Around his throne fair happiness and p Smooth'd ev'ry brow, and fiil'd in ev As when along the burning wafte he it Where no pure ftreams in bubbling maze Where drought incumbent on the thirty Longtincehadbreath'dherfcorchingbl The het calls, th' obedient floods repair er thy limbs the fcurfy venom ran, And cut thon, Ahaz, Judah's fcourge, difgrace praife attends the pious Heir; Yet fhall Jehovah's fervants ftand fecure, But now fallen Sion, once the fair and great, And now at length the fated term of years The heavenly Babe the Virgin Mother bears, Aine purity the thines, [fhrines. And her fond looks confefs'd the parent's cares; A prefence gilds the long-neglected The pleasing burden on her breaft the lays, Les proud Affyria's impious Lord Hangs o'er his charms, and with a fmile furBlistarms, and vaunt his dreadful fword; The infant fimiles, to her fond bofom preft, [veys: As Fanthreatsth'infulting King o'erthrow, And wantons, fportive, on the mother's breaft. bate new courage on the gen'rous foe. A radiant glory fpeaks him all Divine, ng Angel, by divine command, And in the Child the beams of Godhead shine. yword full-blazing in his hand. But now, alas! far other views difclofe 32 nfromheaven: amid the ftormherode,The blackett comprehensive scene of woes. 4 Petilence before him; as he trod, Decation bath'd his steps in blood. ptinnight, thro'theproudhofthepafs'd, ag death, and drove the furious blaft; Destruction give her revels o'er [gore. the gorg'd fword was drunk with human avails thee, pious prince, in vain tre rescued, and th` Affyrian flain? the foul maintains her latest ftrife, ah's chill grafpcongeals the fount of life: kind Heaven renews thy brittle thread, And all fifteen fummers o'er thy head; eeding fun repeats his way, ty life, prolongs the falling day. *ta are her inverted course forego, ay forget to reft, the time to flow, And canft thou, ftupid man, thofe forrows fee, Earth, trembling from her entrails, bears a part; Nor vain the with, while George the g And the rent rock upbraids man'sftubbornheart. fcale [ The yawning grave reveals his gloomy reign. With fteady prudence holds, and tem $344 On the Death of Frederic Prince of Wales. [verge [cliffs, That forgeful fancy plann'd what time the bark Vifit your fons who ride the wat’ry wafte; Shrill tabor pipes, and ev'ry peaceful found. How often fhall he hear with fresh delight Thus my o'erweening heart the fecret f For well was Fredetic lov'd, and well del Be this our folace yet-all is not dead, Of Brit's peers conven'd, fhall pafs befide Tote how'd fpires, whofe gloomy vaults in trader in feep, pale rows of fceptred kings, safe the sweet paternal voice Akag remember'd features fhall return; Ti, tha ais generous breast be new inflam'd Noor ftudions of the raptur'd lay; ing er in her haity ftream. [fam'd Waley's fpacious Dome! hail, ever nerel nurture, and truth's facred lore, Word parent! You my duteous zeal apy in thy laureat wreath a to interweave this humble fong. $345. Death. Emily. amar of laughter, the warm glow ed joy, and friendship's genial xal, We'd converfe, and the liberal flow cious youth, profufe of foul, ever; from the boisterous fcene fr, and Comus' wild uproar, Prys crowd, whofe vacant brow ferene Water knit to wildom's frowning lore, ve time-hallow'd domes, ye piles to break, with facrilegious tread, Lambers of your monumented dead. "2,så fad mufings, that infpire numbers apt, your filence drear wake, and with the Orphean lyre, er'd, footh the mercilefs ear ditern death, whofe iron fway tre owns thro'i her wide domain; thory fa cleave their fmooth way the green bofom of the fpawny main; that to the ftreaming æther fpread, 1 wheeling glide, their feathery fail, hat creep, nd thofe thatftatelier tread, mo'er tereft, hill, or browfy dale; 75 each of ruthless fate must fall; own image, man, high paramount Some parent breast may heave the answering To the flow paufes of the funeral knoll;[figh E'en now black Atropos, with fcowling eye, Roars in the laugh, and revels o'er the bowl; E'en now in rofy-crowned pleafure's wreath Entwines in adder folds all-unfufpected Death. Know, on the stealing wing of time fhall flee Some few, fome fhort-liv'd years, and all is A future bard thefe awful domes may fee,[paft; Mufe o'er the prefent age, as I the last; Who mouldering in thegrave, yet once like you The various maze of life were seen to tread, Each bent their own peculiar to pursue, As cuftom urg'd, or wilful nature led: Mix'd with the various crowd's inglorious clay, The nobler virtues undiftinguifh'd lie; No more to melt with beauty's heaven-born ray, No more to wet compation's tearful eye, Catch from the poet raptures not their own, And feel the thrilling melody of fweet renown. Where is the mafter-hand, whofe femblant art Chifel'd the marble into life, or taught From the well-pencil'd portraiture to start The nerve that beat with foul, the brow that thought? Cold are the fingers that in ftone-fixt trance The mute attention riveting, to the lyre Struck language: dimm'd the poet's quickeyed glance, All in wild raptures flashing heaven's own Shrunk is the finew'd energy, that ftrung [fire: The warrior arm. Where fleeps the patriot breaft Thefe now are paft; long, long, ye fleeting years, Ere from the womb of time unwelcome peers Purfue, with glory wing'd your fated way, The dawn of that inevitable day, [friend When wrapt in throuded clay, their warmest When o'er his urn in pious grief fhall bend The widow'd virtues fhall again deplore, His Britain, and bewail one patriot more; For foon muft thou, too foon! who spread' Thy beaming emanations unconfin'd, [abroad Doom'd like fome better angel fent of God To fcatter bleffings over human kind, Thou too muft fall, O Pitt! to shine no more, And tread thefe dreadful paths a Faulkland trod before. Faft to the driving winds the marshall'd clouds Sweep difcontinuous o'er th' ethereal plain ! Another ftill upon another crowds; All haftening downward to their native main. Thus paffes o'er, thro' varied life's career, Man's fleeting age; the Seafons, as they fly, Snatch from us in their courfe, year after year, Some sweet connection, fome endearing tie. |