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Or plung'd in grief profound.
Oh! all ye Powers!"
• Illufion! no, it cannot be. My blood
• Runs chill; my feet are rooted here! and, fee!
• To mock my hopes, it wears her gracious form! The fpirits who this ocean waste and wild
• Still hover round, or walk these ifles unfeen,
• Prefenting oft in pictur'd vifion strange
• With gaze tranfported!-Ha! fhe faints! the falls !'
He ran, he flew! his clafping arms receiv'd
Her finking weight: O earth, and air, and fea!
'Tis fhe! 'tis Theodora! Pow'r Divine,
• Whose goodness knows no bound, thy hand is here, Omnipotent in mercy!' As he spoke,
Adown his cheek, thro' fhiv'ring joy and doubt,
The tear faft-falling ftream'd. My love! my life!
Soul of my wishes! fav'd beyond all faith!
Fly, and from yon tranflucent fountain bring
⚫ Than all the fumlefs wealth this sea entombs,
That potent name, her spirit from the verge
Of morning glad unfolds her tender charms,
while on her face these men unknown
These iflanders, thrice three, then prifon'd there,
prow directed fafe. He heard no more; The reft already known, his ev'ry fenfe,
His full-collected foul, on her alone
Was fix'd, was hung enraptur'd, while these sounds,
Amyntor! O my life's recover'd hope!
My foul's defpair and rapture!-Can this be!
• Dare I yet truft my fenfe!-O yes, 'tis he!
• 'Tis he himself! My eyes, my bounding heart,
• Confefs their living lord! What shall I say!
How vent the boundlefs tranfport that expands
My lab'ring thought! th' unutterable bliss,
Joy, wonder, gratitude, that pain to death
The breaft they charm!-Amyntor! O fupport
• This swimming brain; I would not now be torn
Again from life and thee, nor cause thy heart
• A fecond
A fecond pang!' At this dilated high
O happy! tho' as yet thou know'ft not half
When rapture lifts to dang'rous height it's pow'rs,
On wonder wait---safe refug'd in this isle,
Thy godlike father lives! and, lo !--but curb,
Reprefs the tranfport that o'erheaves thy heart;
The loft, lov'd fair, and in his boscm press'd.
My father! O my child!' at once they cry'd;
Nor more: the rest extatick filence spoke ;
And Nature from her inmoft feat of fenfe
Beyond all utt'rance mov'd. On this blefs'd fcene,
Adoring gratitude, earth, ocean, air,
And Heav'n, approving, look'd delighted down.
In each plain bofom Love and Nature wept;
Now, while the fong,
The choral hymn, in wildly-warbled notes,
What Nature dictates when the full heart prompts,
Best harmony, their grateful fouls effus'd
Aloud to Heav'n, Montano, rev'rend feer!
(Whofe eye prophetick, far thro' Time's abyss,
Could fhoot it's beam, and there the births of Fate,
Yet immature, and in their caufes hid,
Illumin'd fee) a space abstracted stood;
His frame with shiv'ry horror stirr'd, his eyes
And glowing radiant to his mental fight.
From outward vifion held, and all the man
On fluid air, as in a mirror seen, 、
They fly!' he cry'd; they melt in air away,
• The clouds that long fair Albion's heav'n o'ercast!
• A purer morning lights up all her skies!
He comes! behold, the Great Deliv'rer comes !
• Immortal William! borne triumphant on,
• From yonder orient, o'er propitious feas,
White with the fails of his unnumber'd fleet, A floating foreft, ftretch'd from shore to shore! • See! with spread wing Britannia's Genius flies K k
• Before his prow, commands the speeding gales • To waft him on, and o'er the hero's head, Inwreath'd with olive, bears the laurel crown ; Blefs'd emblem, peace with liberty restor❜d!
And, hark! from either ftrand, which nations hide,
• To welcome in true Freedom's day renew'd,
• What thunders of acclaim!-Aurelius! man
By Heav'n belov'd, thou, too, that facred fun
Shalt live to hail; fhalt warm thee in his fhine!
I fee thee on the flow'ry lap diffus'd
Of thy lov'd vale, amid a smiling race
• From this blefs'd pair to spring; whom equal faith, And equal fondness, in soft league fhall hold
• From youth to rev'rend age, the calmer hours Of thy laft day to fweeten and adorn,
Thro' life thy comfort, and in death thy crown !'
That o'er yon caverns ftretch your pendent fhade,
Where facred Silence lulls the rural vale,
And Love in whispers tells his tender tale;
Ye lonely rocks; ye ftreams that ever flow,
Still as my tears, and conftant as my woe;
To you, behold, the wretched Laura flies,