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Ha! what forms, with port sublime,*
Glide along in sullen mood,
High above Misfortune's flood.
They seize their harps, they strike the lyre
With rapid hand, with freedom's fire.
Obedient Nature hears the lofty sound,
And Snowdon's airy cliffs the heavenly strains resound.
In pomp of state, behold they wait,
\\rith arms outstretch'd, and aspects kind,
But ah' in vain they strive to soothe,
Adversity,+ with rankling tooth,
Behold she comes, the fiend forlorn,
No more the soft iEolian flute J
Breathes through the heart the melting strain »
* The Kara, an Ode.
Yet stay, O ! stay, celestial pow'rs,
And with a hand of kind regard
Hark ! the Fatal Sisters* join,
Weave the tissue of his line,
While the dreadful spell resounds.
'Hail, ye midnight sisters, hail!
Drive the shuttle swift along;
O'er the valiant and the strong.
'O'er the glory of the land,
O'er the innocent and gay,
Weave the fun'ral web of Gray.'
'Tis done, 'tis done—the iron hand of pain,
Racks every joint, and seizes every vein:
Thus fades the fiow'r nipp'd bv the frozen gale,
Thus the tall oaks, when boist'rous storms assail.
Ye sacred sisters of the plaintive verse,
0 pay your tribute o'er the slow-drawn hearse,
• The Fat3l Sistera, an Ode.
Oft when the curfew tolls its parting knell
While Sorrow's sighs and tears of Pity tell
O'er his green grave, in Contemplation's guise,
Oft let the pilgrim drop a silent tear: Oft let the shepherd's tender accents rise,
Big with the sweets of each revolving year; Till prostrate Time adore his deathless name, Fix'd on the solid base of adamantine fame.
MR. GRAY'S MONUMENT
IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
By Mr. Mason,
No more the Grecian Muse unrivall'd reigns*
She boasts a Homer's fire in*Milton's strains,
• Ktetr» in a Country Ctaurcb-yard.