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Superior duty, thus the fage address’d:
• Fountain of light! from whom yon orient sun
First drew his fplendour ! Source of life and love! • Whose smile now wakes o’er earth's rekindling face • The boundless blush of fpring; O First and Best ! · Thy effence tho' from human fight and search,
Tho' from the climb of all created thought • Ineffably remov'd, yet man himself,
Thy lowest child of Reason, man may read • Unbounded pow'r, intelligence supreme, • The Maker's hand, on all his works imprefs'd • In characters coëval with the sun, • And with the fun to last; from world to world, • From age to age, in ev'ry clime, disclos'd, • Sole revelation thro' all time the fame. • Hail, univerfal Goodness! with full stream • For ever Aowing from beneath the throne $ Thro' earth, air, fea, to all things that have life; • From all that live on earth, in air and fea, • The great community of Nature's fons, • To thee, firft Father, ceaseless praise ascend! • And in the rev'rent hymn my grateful voice • Be duly heard, among thy works not least, • Nor lowest, with intelligence inform'd, • To know thee, and adore ; with free-will crown'd, • Where Virtue leads, to follow and be bless’d. i• 0, whether by thy prime decree ordain'd
To days of future life; or whether now, • The mortal hour'is inftant, ftill vouchsafe, • Parent and friend, to guide me blameless on • Thro' this dark scene of error and of ill, • Thy truth to lighé me, and thy peace to chear : • All else, of me unask'd, thy will supreme • Withold or grant, and let that will be done.?
This from the soul in silence breath'd fincere, The hill's steep fide with firm elastick step
He lightly scald; fuch health the frugal board,
• O sight, that from the eye of Wealth or Pride, - E'en in their hour of vainest thought, might draw • A feeling tear! whom yesterday beheld
By love and fortune crown'd, of all poffefs'd • That fancy, tranc'd in faireft vifion, dreams; • Now loft to all, each hope that softens life, • Each bliss that chears ; there on the damp earth spread, • Beneath a heav'n unknown, behold him now ! • And let the gay, the fortunate, the great, • The proud, be taught what now the wretched feel, • The happy have to fear. O man forlorn ! • Too plain I read thy heart, by fondness drawn * To this sad scene, to fights that but inflame • It's tender anguish !'• Hear me, Heav'n' ! exclaim'd The frantick mourner. Could that anguish rise "To madnefs and to mortal agony, " I yet would bless my fate ; by one kind pang, • From what I feel, the keener pangs of thought • For ever freed. To me the sun is loft ; - To me the future flight of days and years • Is darkness, is defpair-But who complains, Forgets that he can die. O, fainted maid !
For fuch in heav'n thou art, if from thy seat • Of holy reft, beyond these changeful skies,
• If names on earth most sacred once and dear,
175 • O fate remorseless! was thy lover fav’d • For such a talk !—that I those dear remains, • With maiden rites adorn'd, at last may lodge • Beneath the hallow'd vault, and weeping there • O'er thy cold urn, await the hour to close
180 « These eyes
and mix this duft with thine!'
185 · Have all been mine, and with alternate war • This bofom ravag'd. Hearken then, good youth !
My story mark; and, from another's fate,
Pre-eminently wretched, learn thy own, • Sad as it seems, to balance and to bear!
190 • In me, a man behold whose morn serene, • Whose noon of betier life, with honour spent,
In virtuous purpose or in honest act, • Drew fair diftin&ion on my publick name • From those among mankind, the nobler few,
195 ? Whose praise is fame ; but there, in that true source • Whence happiness with purest stream descends, * In home-found peace and love, fupremely bless'd! · Union of hearts, consent of wedded wills, • By friendfhip knit, by mutual faith secur'd,
Our hopes and fears, our earth and heav'n, the same! "At last, Amyntor, in my failing age • Fall’n from such height, and with the felon herd, · Robbers and outlaws, number'd--thought that still
Stings deep the heart, and cloathes the cheek with fame! 205 Then doom'd to feel what guilt alone should fear,
« The hand of publick vengeance ; arm’d by rage,
To rob, not guard ; to ruin, not defend ;
• O Charles ! O monarch! in long exile train’d,
Yet from the plain good meaning of my heart
By none to be reclaim'd, man's right divine;
• But if, disclaiming this his heav'n-own'd right,
• For fay, Amyntor! does juft Heaven enjoin
245 • Rend earth's firm frame, and in one boundless grave • Ingulph their thousands ? Yet, O grief to tell ! · Yet such, of late, o'er this devoted land • Was publick rule. Our servile stripes and chains, • Our fighs and groans resounding from the steep 250 • Of wint'ry hill, or waste untravell'd heath, • Last refuge of our wretchedness, not guilt, • Proclaim'd it loud to Heav'n: the arm of powr • Extended fatal but to crush the head • It ought to screen, or with a parent's love
255 • Reclaim from error; not with deadly hate, • The tyrant's law, exterminate who err,
• In this wide-rain were my fortunes funk; Myself, as one contagious to his kind, • Whom Nature, whom the social life, renounc'd, 260 • Unfummon'd, unimpleaded, was to death, • To shameful death! adjudg'd ; against my head • The price of blood proclaim'd, and at my heels • Let loose the murd'rous cry of human hounds: • And this blind fury of commission'd rage, • Of party vengeance, to a fatal foe,
Known and abhorr'd for deeds of direft name, • Was giv'nin charge ; a foe whom blood-stain'd zeal • For what-o hear it not, all-righteous Heav'n! • Left thy rousd thunder burft--for what was deem'd • Religion's cause, had favag'd to a brute • More deadly fell than hunger ever ftung • To prowl in'wood or wild. His band he arm'd, • Sons of perdition! miscreants with all guilt • Familiar, and in each dire art of death
275 • Train’d ruthless up: as tigers on their prey • On my defenceless lands thofe fiercer beasts Devouring fell ; nor that-sequekerd fhade,