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Ephesian Dian sees no more
Nor Capitolian Jove.
No more the victim bleeds ;
A purer rite succeeds.
And lifts his feeble hands,
Ah! still that altar stands.
Of youthful ardour to eternal chase.
ODE TO REMORSE.
DREAD offspring of the holy light within,
Offspring of Conscience and of Sin, Stern as thine awful sire, and fraught with wo, From bitter springs thy mother taught to flow,
Remorse! To man alone 'tis given
Of all on earth, or all in heaven,
And amaranthine flowers,
What time our hapless sire,
O'ercome by fond desire,
Then didst thou rear thy snaky crest,
And never, since that fatal hour,
Cross th' untrodden desert drove,
Domestic man had learnt to rove.
THE UNKNOWN GOD.
To learned Athens, led by fame,
With pity and surprise,
He rollid his awful eyes.
But one, a part, his notice caught,
Graved on the wounded stone ;
Perusing, “To the God unknown."
By gloomy shade or lonely flood
A father's curse, a brother's blood;
Till life was misery too great to bear, And torturing thought was lost in sullen, dumb
Age after age has roll'd away,
Sages and saints have risen;
And lightnings snatch'd from heaven.
The king who sat on Judah's throne,
Was taught thy searching power to own, When, sent of Heaven, the seer his royal presence
sought. As, wrapt in artsul phrase, with sorrow feign'd,
He told of helpless, meek distress,
And wrongs that sought from power redress, The pity-moving tale his ear obtain’d,
And many a shrine in dust is laid, Where kneeling nations homage paid,
By rock, or fount, or grove;
And bade his better feelings wake :
Why does he lift the cruel scourge ?
The restless pilgrimage why urge?
"Tis all to quell thy fiercer rage, The prophet's bold rebuke aroused thy keenest "Tis all to sooth thy deep despair, [bear. pangs.
He courts the body's pangs, for thine he cannot
The jealous murderer bends unmoved,
O God, she's innocent!-transfixt he stands, And the shrill clarion gave th' appointed sound, Pierced through with shafts from thine avenging Pierced sudden through the reins,
Down his pale cheek no tear will flow,
Nor can he shun, nor can he bear, his wo.
'Twas phantoms summond by thy power
Round Richard's couch at midnight hour, Cruel Remorse! where Youth and Pleasure That scared the tyrant from unblest repose ; sport,
With frantic haste, “To horse! to horse!" he cries, And thoughtless Folly keeps her court,
While on his crowned brow cold sweat-drops rise,
And fancied spears his spear oppose ;
But not the swiftest steed can bear away
From thy firm grasp thine agonizing prey,
Thou wast the fiend, and thou alone,
That stood'st by Beaufort's mitred head,
Thy terrors shook his dying bed,
Pale o'er his parent's grave he stands,- His hands are clasp'd, -hark to that hollow groan!
See how his glazed, dim eye-balls wildly roll, Ah then, where'er he rests his head,
'Tis not dissolving Nature's pains; that pang is of On roses pillow'd or the softest down,
Where guilty souls are doom'd to dwell,
"Tis thou that makest their fiercest hell,
The vulture thou that on their liver feeds,
As rise to view their past unhallow'd deeds;
With thee condemn'd to stay,
Till time has rollid away
Long eras of uncounted years,
And every stain is wash'd in soft repentant tears. bedew'd,
Servant of God-but unbeloved-proceed,
For thou must live and ply thy scorpion scourge :
Thy sharp upbraidings urge
Against th' unrighteous deed,
Till thine accursed mother shall expire,
0! when the glare of day is fled,
Reflection leans her pensive head,
And calls the passions to her solemn bar;
Reviews the censure rash, the hasty word,
The purposed act too long deferr'd,
And fair occasions lost, and golden hours mispent:
Each offer'd prize we failed to seize;
Or friends laid low, whom now no more
O! in that hour be mine to know,
While fast the silent sorrows flow,
And wisdom cherishes the wholesome pain,
The portal opens—hark, a voice !
“Come forth, 0 king! O king, rejoice! Than tears of meek contrition may atone,
The bowl is fill'd, the feast is spread, Shed at the mercy-seat of Heaven's eternal throne. Come forth, 0 king !"— The king is dead.
The bowl, the feast, he tastes no more,
Again the sounding portals shake,
- The sun is high, the sun is warm, DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE.
Forth to the field the gallants swarm, Yes, Britain mourns, as with electric touch,
The foaming bit the courser champs,
His hoof the turf impatient stamps ;
Light on their steeds the hunters spring ;
The sun is high-Come forth, 0 king!"
Along these melancholy walls
In vain the voice of pleasure calls :
The horse may neigh, and bay the hound,
He hears no more ; his sleep is sound.
Retire ;-once more the portals close
Leave, leave him to his dread repose.
Jehovah reigns: let every nation hear, In careless apathy, perhaps in mirth,
And at his tootstool bow with holy fear; He wears the day. Yet is he near in blood,
Let heaven's high arches echo with his name, The very stem on which this blossom grew,
And the wide peopled earth his praise proclaim; And at his knees she fondled in the charm
Then send it down to hell's deep glooms resoundAnd grace spontaneous which alone belongs
[ing. To untanght infancy:-Yet, О forbear!
Through all her caves in dreadful murmurs soundNor deem hir hard of heart; for awful, struck By Ileaven's severest visitation, sad,
He rules with wide and absolute command Like a scathed oak amidst the forest trees,
O'er the broad ocean and the steadfast land: Lonely he stands ;-leaves bnd, and shoot, and fall, Jehovah reigns, unbounded, and alone, He holds no sympathy with living nature
And all creation hangs beneath his throne. Or time's incessant change. Then in this hour, He reigns alone ; let no inferior nature • While pensive thought is busy with the woes Usurp, or share the throne of the Creator.
And restless change of poor humanity, Think then, I think of him, and breathe one He saw the struggling beams of infant light prayer,
Shoot through the massy gloom of ancient night; From the full tide of sorrow spare one tear,
His spirit hush'd the elemental strife, For him who does not weep!
And brooded o'er the kindling seeds of life : Seasons and months began their long procession, And measured o'er the year in bright succession.
The joyful sun sprung up th' ethereal way, THE WAKE OF THE KING OF SPAIN.
Strong as a giant, as a bridegroom gay;
And the pale moon diffused her shadowy light
Superior o'er the dusky brow of night;
Ten thousand glittering lamps the skies adorning,
Numerous as dew-drops from the womb of morning
Earth’s blooming face with rising flowers he drest, Their place amid the circle claim:
And spread a verdant mantle o'er her breast; And wands of office lifted high,
Then from the hollow of his hand ne pours And arms and blazon'd heraldry,–
The circling water round her winding shores, All mute like marble statues stand,
The new-born world in their cool arms embracing,
And with soft murmurs still her banks caressing.
At length she rose complete in finisb’d pride,
Fresh with untarnish'd lustre as she stood, * The kings of Spain for nine days after death are
Her Maker bless'd his work, and call'd it good; placed sitting in robes of state with their attendants around them, and solemnly summoned by the proper The morning stars with joyful acclamation officers to their meals and their amusements, as if living. Exulting sang, and hail'd the new creation.
Though the sickening flocks should fall,
Yet this fair world, the creature of a day,
The fate of empires, and the pride of kings :
The sun himself, with weary clouds opprest,
Amidst the common ruins of the sky;
Should thine alter'd hand restrain
and solemn praise ;
But fixa, O God! for ever stands thy throne;
Collected, or diffused, is still the same.
FOR EASTER SUNDAY.
Awahes the kindling ray ;
And pours increasing day.
But O! our highest notes the theme de base,
Revere him in the stillness of the soul;
O what a night was that, which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom!
Triumphant from the tomb!
This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung ;
And praise on every tongue.
To hail this welcome morn,
To nations yet unborn.
Jesus the friend of human kind,
With strong compassion moved,
To save the souls he loved.
For the blessings of the field,
The powers of darkness leagued in vain
To bind his soul in death ;
With his expiring breath.
PIOUS FRIENDSHIP How blest the sacred tie that binds In union sweet according minds! How swift the hcavenly course they run, Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes are one!
To each, the soul of each how dear,
Our dying Master stands!
Receive his last commands.
What tender accents fell!
Became its author well.
Feels all another's pain ;
Was never raised in vain.
A stranger's woes to feel;
He wants the power to heal.
To every child of grief;
And brings unask'd relief. "To gentle offices of love
His feet are never slow:
A brother in a foe.
My peace to him I give;
His trembling soul shall live.
And mercy from above Descend on those who thus fulfil
The perfect law of love."
Their streaming tears together flow
Nor shall the glowing flame expire When nature droops her sickening fire ; Then shall they meet in realms above, A heaven of joy-because of love.
HYMN VII. "Come unto me all that are weary and heavy laden, and
+ I will give you rest."
HYMN V. AWAKE, my soul! lift up thine eyes, See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a numerous host; Awake, my soul! or thou art lost. Here giant Danger threatening stands, Mustering his pale terrific bands; There Pleasure's silken banners spread, And willing souls are captive led. See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lusts engage; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain. Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground, Perils and snares beset thee round; Beware of all, guard every part, But most, the traitor in thy heart. “Come then, my soul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield ;” Put on the armour from above Of heavenly truth and heavenly love. The terror and the charm repel, And powers of earth, and powers of hell; The Man of Calvary triumph'd here; Why should his faithful followers fear?
Sinner, come! for here is found
HYMN VIII. "The world is not their friend, nor the world's law."
Lo where a crowd of pilgrims toil
Yon craggy steeps among !
As wild they press along.
Now bent towards the ground,
And bursts of song resound.