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Yet fain the mind its anguish would forego— Spread then, historic Muse, thy pictured scroll; Bid thy great scenes in all their splendour glow, And swell to thought sublime th' exalted soul.
What mingling pomps rush boundless on the gaze! What gallant navies ride the heaving deep' What glittering towns their cloud wrapt turrets raise' What bulwarks frown horrific o'er the steep!
Bristling with spears, and bright with burnish'd shields, Th/ embattled legions stretch their long array; Discord's red torch, as fierce she scours the fields, With bloody tincture stains the face of day.
And now the hosts in silence wait the sign. How keen their looks whom Liberty inspires! Quick as the goddess darts along the line, Each breast impatient burns with noble fires.
Her form how graceful! In her lofty mien The smiles of Love stern Wisdom's frown control j Her fearless eye, determined though serene, Speaks the great purpose, and th' unconqucred soul.
Mark, where Ambition leads the adverse band, Each feature fierce and haggard, as with pain! With menace loud he cries, while from his hand He vainly strives to wipe the crimson stain.
Lo, at his call, impetuous as the storms,
Now, Virtue, now thy powerful succour lend,
Not Virtue's setf, when Heaven its aid denies,
See, where by heaven-bred terror all dismay'd
But who is he, that by yon lonely brook
Ah, Brutus! ever thine be Virtue's tear!
Loose to the wind her azure mantle flies,
Meanwhile the world, Ambition, owns thy sway,
Nor in life's lofty bustling sphere alone,
Full oft, where Solitude and Silence dwell Far, far remote amid the lowly pHin, Resounds the voice of Woe from Virtue's cell. Such is man's doom, and Pity weeps in vain.
• Such, according to Plutaf ch, was the scene of Brutus'a dcitfc.
Still grief recoils—How vainly have I strove
Yet for awhile let the bewilder'd soul
Com e, then, Philander! for thy lofty mind
Come thou., whose love unlimited, sincere,
Who know'st man's frailty; with a favouring eye,
And bring thy Delia, softly smiling fair, Whose spotless soul no sordid thoughts deform; Her accents mild would still each throbbing care, And harmonize the thunder of the storm:
Though blest with wisdom and with wit refined , She courts not homage, nor desires to shine t In her each sentiment sublime is join'd To female sweetness, and a form divine.
Come, and dispel the deep-surrounding shade: Let chasten'd mirth the social hours employ j O catch the swift wing'd hour before 'tis fled, On swiftest pinion flies the hour of joy.
Even while the careless disencumber'd soul
Can gaiety the vanished years Testore,
Still sound the solemn knell in fancy's ear,
Ah! Beauty's bloom avails not in the grave, Youth's lofty mien, nor age's awful grace; Moulder unknown the monarch and the slave, Whelm'd in th' enormous wreck of human race.
The thought fix'd portraiture, the breathing bust, The arch with proud memorials array'd, The long-lived pyramid shall sink in dust, To dumb oblivion's ever-desert shade.
Fancy from comfort wanders still astray. Ah, Melancholy! how I feel thy power! Long have I labour'd to elude thy sway! But 'tis enough, for I resist no more.
The traveller thus, that o'er the midnight waste Through many a lonesome path is doom'd to roam* 'Wilder'd and weary sits him down at last; For long the night, and distant far his home.
ESCAPED the gloom of mortal life, a soul
Like thee, I once have stemm'd the sea of life;
Yet for awhile 'gainst Passion's threatful blast Let steady Reason urge the struggling oar; Shot through the dreary gloom the morn at last Gives to thy longing eye the blissful shore.
Forget my frailties, thou art also frail; Forgive my lapses, for thyself may'st fall; Nor read unmoved my artless tender tale, I was a inend, 9 r«an, to thee, to all
t Junes Be»tUe: Intended for faimitlf*