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Midnight spectres round him howl :
Before his eyes.
In troops they rise;
· Hafte! to Jesse's son repair ;
• He best can sweep the lyre,
• 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,
He dropp'd a generous tear.-
The mighty song from Chaos rofe : Around his throne the formless atoms sleep, And drowzy darkness broods upon the deep.
• Confufion, wake!
• Rouze him from his dread repose!'
“ Tumult cease!
" Sink to peace ! bu, Let there be light!”Ath' Almighty said :
« And lo, the radiant fun,
Flaming from his orient bed, • His endless course begun !
ใ . . . . . :
• While flow around the northern plain,
livo Thy glories, too, refulgent moon, he fung; Thy mystick mazes, and thy changeful ray:
O, faireft of the starry throng!
« 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.'
In dumb surprize the life’ning monareh lay;
• Lead the foothing verse along;
• Ocean haftens to his bed ; ; ; « The lab'ring mountain rears his rock-encumber'd head:
Down bis fteep and shaggy fide,
« Then smooth and clear, along the fertile plain
Flocks and herds the hills adorn;
Hark! the folemn nightingale
Why, why is Peace the welcome gueft.
• Now let the folemn numbers flow, on, siis
• Heavenly harp; în mournful Atrain,
• What lamentations wound minelear!.
• Peace with Inriocence is Aeditor
• Death glares, and shakes the dreadful dart !
Ah, whither fly ye, by yourselves abhorr'd," *** To shun that frowning cherub's fiery sword!
Hapless, hapless pair,
• Forlorn, thro' defart climes they go!
The king, with pride, and shame, and anguish torn,
Shot fury from his eyes, and fcorn.
Bold in truth,
With brow undaunted met his rage.
Stern, he bends him o'er his lyre;
• What sounds of terror and distress
« The dreadful thunders found !
Why yawns that deep'ning gulph below ?--
They fink !-Have mercy, Lord !--Their cries
• In dreadful tumult rise!
« Now, destruction's strife is o'er!
« For ever lost!
• But oh, my lyre! what accents can relate
He comes, he comes! th’avenging God!
• He bows the kies, and shakes the pole.
“ Ruin, lift thy baleful head;
• Now, th' impetuous torrents rise; v }i;
• Just, o God, is thy decree!
• Shall guilty man.contend with thee!
• And scoffing Luxury is doom’d. in
“ 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.
• Swell the song, ye mighty choir !
dreadful darts with fire!
Thus while the frowning shepherd pour'd along