Hark! from the watch-tow'r rolls the trumpet's found,

Sweet thro' ftill night proclaiming fafety round!

Yon fhade illuftrious quits the realms of reft, To aid some orphan of it's race distress'd; Safe winds him thro' the fubterraneous way, with ruin grey, manfion, grown yon • And marks the wealthy unfufpected ground,

• That mines

'Where, green with ruft, long-bury'd coins abound.

This plaintive ghoft, from earth when newly fled,
Saw thofe the living trufted wrong the dead;

He faw, by fraud abus'd, the lifeless hand

Sign the falfe deed that alienates his land;

'Heard on his fame injurious cenfure thrown,
And mourn'd the beggar'd orphan's bitter groan:
'Commiffion'd now the falfhood he reveals,
To juftice foon th' enabled heir appeals;
Soon by this wealth are coftly pleas maintain’d,
And by discover'd truth loft right regain'd.

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But why, (may fome enquire) why kind success,
Since mystick Heav'n gives mis'ry oft to bless?
Tho' mis'ry leads to happiness and truth,

Unequal to the load, this languid youth,

• Unftrengthen'd virtue fcarce his bofom fir'd, And fearful from his growing wants retir'd. Oh! let none cenfure, if, untry'd by grief,

'If, amidst woe, untempted by relief,

'He stoop'd reluctant to low arts of shame,

Which then, e'en then! he fcorn'd, and blush'd to name.
• Heav'n fees, and makes th' imperfect worth it's care,
And chears the trembling heart unform'd to bear.
Now rifing fortune elevates his mind,

• He shines unclouded, and adorns mañkind.
• So, in fome engine that denies a vent,

If unrefpiring is fome creature pent,

It fickens, droops, and pants, and gafps for breath,
Sad o'er the fight swim fhadowy mife of death;

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If then kind air pours pow'rful in again,
New heats, new pulfes, quicken ev'ry vein;
From the clear'd, lifted, life-rekindled eye,

Difpers'd, the dark and dampy vapours fly.

• From trembling tombs the ghofts of greatness rife, And o'er their bodies hang with wistful eyes;

• Or discontented stalk, and mix their howls

• With howling wolves, their screams with screaming owls. The interval 'twixt night and morn is nigh;

• Winter, more nit'rous, chills the fhadow'd fky:
Springs with foft heats no more give borders green,
Nor fmoaking breathe along the whiten'd scene;
While steamy currents, fweet in profpect, charm
• Like veins blue-winding on a fair-one's arm.

Now Sleep to Fancy parts with half his power,
• And broken flumbers drag the restless hour:
The murder'd seems alive, and ghaftly glares,
And in dire dreams the conscious murd'rer scares;
Shews the yet-fpouting wound, th' enfanguin'd floor,
The walls yet fmoaking with the fpatter'd gore;
• Or fhrieks to dozing Justice, and reveals
• The deed which fraudful Art from Day conceals;
The delve obfcene, where no fufpicion pries,
Where the disfigur'd corfe unfhrouded lies;
The fure, the striking proof, fo ftrong maintain'd,
Pale guilt starts felf-convicted when arraign'd.
These spirits treason of it's pow'r divest,
And turn the peril from the patriot's breaft:
• Thofe folemn thought inspire, or bright defcend
To fnatch in vifion sweet the dying friend.

But we deceive the gloom; the matin bell
Summons to pray'r !-Now breaks th' enchanter's fpell!
And now-But yon fair fpirit's form furvey!
'Tis fhe!-Olympia beckons me away!

I hafte !—I fly!-Adieu!--and when you fee

The youth who bleeds with fondness, think on me:

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Tell him my tale, and be his pain carefs'd; By love I tortur'd was, by love I'm blefs'd. • When worshipp'd woman we entranc'd behold, We praise the Maker in his fairest mould; The pride of nature, harmony combin'd, And light immortal to the foul refin'd! • Depriv'd of charming woman, foon we miss The prize of friendship, and the life of bliss! Still thro' the fhades Olympia dawning breaks! • What bloom, what brightness, luftres o'er her cheeks! • Again she calls!-I dare no longer stay! A kind farewelOlympia! I obey.'

He turn'd, nor longer in my fight remain'd; The mountain he, I fafe the city gain’d.

CANTO IV.

STILL o'er my mind wild Fancy holds her sway,

Still on strange vifionary land I ftray:

Now scenes croud thick, now indistinct appear;
Swift glide the months, and turn the varying year.
Near the Bull's horn light's rifing monarch draws;
Now on it's back the Pleiades he thaws:

From vernal heat pale winter forc'd to fly,
Northward retires, yet turns a wat❜ry eye;
Then with an aguish breath nips infant blooms,
Deprives unfolding spring of rich perfumes,
Shakes the flow-circling blood of human race,
And in sharp livid looks contracts the face.
Now o'er Norwegian hills he ftrides away;
Such flipp'ry paths Ambition's fteps betray:
Turning, with fighs, far fpiral firs he fees,
Which bow obedient to the fouthern breeze.
Now from yon Zemblan rock his creft he shrouds,
Like Fame's, obfcur'd amid the whitening clouds;

Thence

Thence his loft empire is with tears deplor'd:
Such tyrants fhed o'er Liberty restor❜d.

Beneath his eye (that throws malignant light
Ten times the meafur'd round of mortal fight)
A waste, pale glimm'ring, like a moon that wanes,
A wild expanfe of frozen fea contains.

It cracks!—vaft floating mountains beat the shore!
Far off he hears thofe icy ruins roar,

And from the hideous crash diftracted flies,
Like one who feels his dying infant's cries.
Near, and more near, the rushing torrents found,
And one great rift runs thro' the vast profound,
Swift as a shooting meteor; groaning loud,
Like deep-roll'd thunder thro' a rending cloud.
The late dark pole now feels unfetting day;
In hurricanes of wrath he whirls his way;
O'er many a polar Alp to Frost he goes,

O'er crackling vales, embrown'd with melting fnows;
Here bears Aalk tenants of the barren space,

Few men,
unfocial thofe-a barb'rous race!
At length the cave appears, the race is run:
Now he recounts vaft conquests loft and won;
And, taleful, in th' embrace of Froft remains,
Barr'd from our climes, and bound in icy chains.
Meanwhile the fun his beams on Cancer throws,
Which now beneath his warmest influence glows.
From glowing Cancer fall'n, the king of day,
Red thro' the kindling Lion fhoots his ray:
The tawny harveft pays the earlier plough,
And mellowing fruitage loads the bending bough.
'Tis day-fpring. Now green lab'rinths I frequent,
Where Wisdom oft retires to meet Content.

The mounting lark her warbling anthem lends;
From note to note the ravish'd foul afcends;
As thus it would the Patriarch's ladder climb,
By fome good angel led to worlds fublime:

Oft

Oft (legends fay) the fnake, with waken'd ire, envy, rears in many a scaly spire;

Like

Then fongfters droop, then yield their vital gore,
And innocence and mufick are no more!

Mild rides the morn, in orient beauty dreft,
An azure mantle, and a purple vest;

Which, blown by gales, her gemmy feet difplay,
Her amber treffes negligently gay.

Collected now her rofy hand they fill,
And, gently wrung, the pearly dews diftil:

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The fongful zephyrs, and the laughing hours,
Breathe sweet, and ftrew her op'ning way with flow'rs.
The chatt'ring swallows leave their nefted care,
Each promifing return with plenteous fare:
So the fond fwain, who to the market hies,
Stills with big hopes his infant's tender cries.

Yonder two turtles, o'er their callow brood,
Hang hov'ring ere they seek their guiltless food;
Fondly they bill: now to their morning care,
Like our first parents, part the am'rous pair;
But, ah!-a pair no more!-With spreading wings
From the high-founding cliff a vulture springs;
Steady he fails along th' aërial grey,

Swoops down, and bears yon tim❜rous dove away!
Start we! who, worse than vultures, Nimrods find;
Men meditating prey on human-kind!

Wild beafts to gloomy dens repace their way,
Where their couch'd young demand the flaughter'd prey:
Rooks from their nodding nefts black-fwarming fly,
And in hoarfe uproar tell the fowler nigh.

Now, in his tabernacle rouz'd, the fun

Is warn'd the blue ethereal fteep to run;

While on his couch of floating jafper laid,
From his bright eye Sleep calls the dewy shade.
The chryftal dome tranfparent pillars raise,

Whence, beam'd from fapphires, living azure plays; .

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