Congenial Hope! thy paffion-kindling power, How bright, how ftrong, in youth's untroubled hour! On yon proud height, with Genius hand in hand, I fee thee light, and wave thy golden wand. "Go, Child of Heaven! (thy winged words proclaim) 'Tis thine to fearch the boundlefs fields of fame! 126 Lo! Newton, Prieft of Nature, fhines afar, Scans the wide world, and numbers ev'ry star! 130 "The Swedish fage admires, in yonder bow'rs, His winged infects, and his refy flow'rs; Calls from their woodland haunts the favage train With founding horn, and counts them on the plain--So once, at Heav'n's command, the wand'rers came To Eden's fhade, and heard their various name. 140 "Far from the world, in yon fequefter'd clime, Slow pafs the fons of Wisdom, more fublime; Calm as the fields of Heav'n, his fapient eye The lov'd Athenian lifts to realms on high, 145 Stamps the bright dictates of the Father sage: "Turn, Child of Heav'n, thy rapture-lighten'd eye To Wisdom's walks, the facred Nine are nigh: 150 Hark! from bright spires that gild the Delphian height,. From ftreams that wander in eternal light, Rang'd on their hill, Harmonia's daughters fwell The mingling tones of horn, and harp, and fhell; 5 Deep from his vaults, the Loxian murmurs flow, 155 And Pythia's awful organ peals below. "Belov'd of Heav'n! the fmiling muse shall shed Her moonlight halo on thy beauteous head; Shall fwell thy heart to rapture unconfin'd, And breathe a holy madness o'er thy mind. 160 And talk with fpirits on the midnight heath; Inquire of guilty wand'rers whence they came, And read the trembling world the tales of hell. 165 "When Venus, thron'd in clouds of rofy hue, Flings from her golden urn the vefper dew, And bids fond man her glimmering noon employ, Sacred to love, and walks of tender joy; 170 A milder mood the goddefs fhall recall, And foft as dew thy tones of mufic fall ; 175 "Or wilt thou Orphean hymns more facred deem, And steep thy fong in Mercy's mellow stream; For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile ;- 180 "Yes; to thy tongue fhall feraph words be giv'n, And pow'r on earth to plead the cause of Heav'n; The proud, the cold untroubled heart of ftone, 185 |