Bid mild Omiah bring his choicest stores, ray, And strew each lavish spoil on Cook's Morai! Come Oberea, hapless fair one! come, With piercing shrieks bewail thy hero's doom! She comes!--she gazes round with dire survey! Oh! fly the mourner on her frantic way. See! see! the pointed ivory wounds that head Where late the Loves impurpl'd roses spread; Now stain'd with gore, her raven-tresses flow, In ruthless negligence of mad'ning woe; Loud she laments!-and long the nymph shall stray, With wild unequal step round Cook's Morai! But ah!-aloft on Albion's rocky steep, That frowns incumbent o'er the boiling deep, Solicitous and sad, a softer form Eyes the lone flood, and deprecates the storm. Thy eager glances wander o'er the main !– Yet, tho' through life is lost each fond delight, Tho' set thy earthly sun in dreary night, Oh! raise thy thoughts to yonder starry plain, And own thy sorrow selfish, weak, and vain; Since, while Britannia, to his virtues just, Twines the bright wreath, and rears th' immortal bust; While on each wind of heav'n his fame shall rise, In endless incense to the smiling skies; THE ATTENDANT POWER, that bade his sails expand, And waft her blessing to each barren land, Now raptur'd bears him to th' immortal plains, Where Mercy hails him with congenial strains, Where soars, on Joy's white plume, his spirit free, And angels choir him, while he waits for THEE. AN ODE TO THE SUN. I. LORD of the Planets! in their course Small, dim, and cold, our little Earth appears, From the chill Pole's far-shining mountains frore, To sandy Afric's sultry shore, Wide o'er her plains thy living lustre stream, In Lapland's long pale day, and swart Numi dia's beam. II. For her, with delegated right, Thy virgin-sister in thy absence shines, O'er sullen Night's opake and shadowy shrines; Controller of the wat❜ry plains, Onward her silver arm the Ocean guides, Or dashes back the impetuous tides. But thou, on the green wave's capacious bed, Hast light, and life, and gladness shed, Thro' liquid mountains, as they roll, Darting the beauteous beam, the vivifying soul. III. That paints the shell's meand'ring mould, Or spots the twinkling fin with gold; |