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Midnight spectres round him howl :

Before his eyes.

In troops they rise;
And seas of horror overwhelm his soul.

· Hafte! to Jesse's son repair ;

• He best can sweep the lyre,
· Wake the folemn-founding air,

• And lead the vocal choir : « On every string foft-breathing faptures dwell, • To soothe the throbbings of the troubled breast ; · Whose magick voice can bid the tides of passion fwell,'

• Or lull the raging storm to reft:'

Sunk on his couch, and loathing day,

The heaven-forsaken monarch lay : 'To the fad couch the Thepherd now drew near;

And, while th' obedient choir stood round,
Prepar'd to catch the foul-commanding found,

He dropp'd a generous tear.-
** Thy pitying aid, O God, impart !
• For lo, thy poison'd arrows drink his heart!'

The mighty song from Chaos rofe : Around his throne the formless atoms sleep, And drowzy darkness broods upon the deep.

• Confufion, wake!
« Bid the realms of Chaos shake !

• Rouze him from his dread repose!'
Hark! loud Discord breaks her chain":
The hostile atoms clash with deafʼning roar ;
Her hoarfe voice thunders thro' the drear domain,
And kindles every element to

Tumult cease!

" Sink to peace ! bu, Let there be light!”Ath' Almighty said :

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« And lo, the radiant fun,

Flaming from his orient bed, • His endless course begun !

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See, the twinkling Pleïads rise: '!
« Thy star, Orion, reddens in the skies;

• While flow around the northern plain,
Arcturus wheels his nightly wane.'

livo Thy glories, too, refulgent moon, he fung; Thy mystick mazes, and thy changeful ray:

O, faireft of the starry throng!
Thy folemn orb of light

« Guides the triumphant car of Night, « O’er silver clouds, and theds a softer day!

110, 9u1' Ye planets, and each circling constellation, • In fongs harmonious tell your generation ! • Oh! while yon radiant seraph turns the spheres, And on the stedfast pole-ftar stands fublime;

? Wheel your rounds

* To heavenly sounds, And soothe his fong-enchanted ears

· With your celestial chime.'

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In dumb surprize the life’ning monareh lay;
(His woe suspended by fweet Mufick's sway ;)
And awe-ftruck, with uplifted eye,
Mus'd on the new-born wonders of the sky,

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• Lead the foothing verse along;
• He feels, he feels the power of fong! r.

• Ocean haftens to his bed ; ; ; « The lab'ring mountain rears his rock-encumber'd head:

Down bis fteep and shaggy fide,
• The torrent rolls his thundering tide ;


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« Then smooth and clear, along the fertile plain
• Winds his majestick waters to the distant main.

Flocks and herds the hills adorn;
• The lark, high soaring, hails the morn.
And while along yon crimfon-clouded steep
• The flow sun steals into the golden deep,

Hark! the folemn nightingale
· Warbles to the woodland dale.
See, descending angels shower
• Heaven's own bliss on Eden's bower :
« Peace on Nature's lap reposes;
• Pleasure strews her guiltless roses;
Joys divine in circles move,

Link'd with Innocence and Love.
• Hail, happy Love, with Innocence combin'd!
• All hail, ye finless parents of mankind !! : Y

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They pausd: the monarch, prostrate on his bed, 3
Submiffive, bow'd his head'; if we

Ador'd the works of boundless power

Divine :
Then, anguish-struck, he cry'd, fand (mote His breaft)

Why, why is Peace the welcome gueft.
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• Now let the folemn numbers flow, on, siis
• Till he feel that guilt is woe

• Heavenly harp; în mournful Atrain,
• O’er yon weeping bower complain :
• What sounds of bitter pangs I hear!

• What lamentations wound minelear!.
• In vain, devoted pair, thefe tears

• Peace with Inriocence is Aeditor
« The messengers of Grace depart;

• Death glares, and shakes the dreadful dart !

Ah, whither fly ye, by yourselves abhorr'd," *** To shun that frowning cherub's fiery sword!



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« Lo!

Hapless, hapless pair,
• Goaded by despair,

• Forlorn, thro' defart climes they go!
• Wake, my lyre! can Pity sleep,
When Heaven is mov'd, and angels weep!
• Flow, ye melting numbers, flow;
• Till he feel that guilt is woe.'

The king, with pride, and shame, and anguish torn,

Shot fury from his eyes, and fcorn.
The glowing youth,

Bold in truth,
(So still should virtue guilty power engage)

With brow undaunted met his rage.
See, his cheek kindles into generous fire!

Stern, he bends him o'er his lyre;
And, while the doom of guilt he fings,
Shakes horror from the tortur'd strings.

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• What sounds of terror and distress
• Rend yon howling wilderness !

« The dreadful thunders found !
The forked lightnings flash along the ground!

Why yawns that deep'ning gulph below ?--
« 'Tis for Heaven's rebellious foe!
• Fly, ye fons of Israel, flys
• Who dwells in Korah's guilty tents must die!

They fink !-Have mercy, Lord !--Their cries

• In dreadful tumult rise!
• Hark! from the deep their loud laments I hear!
• They lessen now, and lefsen on the ear!

« Now, destruction's strife is o'er!
• The countless hoft

« For ever lost!
The gulph is clos’d!-Their cries are heard no more!

« But

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• But oh, my lyre! what accents can relate
• Sinful man's appointed fate !-

He comes, he comes! th’avenging God!
• Clouds and darkness round him roll:
Tremble, earth! ye mountains, nod!

• He bows the kies, and shakes the pole.
· The gloomy banners of his wrath unfurld,
• He calls the floods, to drown a guilty. world;-

“ Ruin, lift thy baleful head;
“ Rouze the guilty world from sleep; : -
“ Lead up thy billows from their cavern'd bed,
“ And burst the rocks that chain thee in the deep!”


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• Now, th' impetuous torrents rise; v }i;
• The hoarse-ascending deluge roars :
· Down rush the cataracts from the skies;
· The swelling waves o'erwhelm the shores.-

• Just, o God, is thy decree!

• Shall guilty man.contend with thee!
• Lo, Hate and Envy, fea-entomb’d,
• And Rage with Luft in ruin fleepi) 15.

• And scoffing Luxury is doom’d. in
• To glut the vast and ravenous deep.!
• In vain from Fate th' astonish'd remnant flies :-

“ Shrink, ye rocks! Ye oceans, rife!"• The tottering cliffs no more the foods controul;

• Sea, following fea, ingulphs the ball :• O'er the sunk hills the wat’ry mountains roll,

And wide Destruction swallows all.
« Now fiercer let th’empassion’d numbers glow :

• Swell the song, ye mighty choir !
Wing your

dreadful darts with fire!
« Hear me, monarch! --Guilt is woe!”.

Thus while the frowning shepherd pour'd along
The deep impetuous torrent of his song i


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