Now on Atlantic waves he rides afar, - Published as the Aet directs by Longman & Rees, London, 16 July.1000. With thee, fweet Hope! refides the heav'nly light, That pours remoteft rapture on the fight: Thine is the charm of life's bewilder'd way, 25 That calls each flumb'ring paffion into play. Primeval Hope, the Aonian Muses say, When Man and Nature mourn'd their firft decay;` When every form of death, and every woe, Shot from malignant stars to earth below; 30 When Murder bar'd his arm, and rampant War 35 Yok'd the red dragons of her iron car; When Peace and Mercy, banish'd from the plain, Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav'n again ; Thus, while Elijah's burning wheels prepare, From Carmel's height to sweep the fields of air, The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world—a facred gift to man. Aufpicious Hope! in thy fweet garden grow Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe: Won by their sweets, in Nature's languid hour, The way-worn pilgrim feeks thy fummer bower; There, as the wild-bee murmurs on the wing, What peaceful dreams thy handmaid fpirits bring! 40 45 50 |