Yes, thou shalt mark with magic art profound, "The Swedish sage admires, in yonder bow. ers, (4) His winged insects, and his rosy flowers; Calls from their woodland haunts the savage train With sounding horn, and counts them on the plainSo once, at Heaven's command, the wanderers came To Eden's shade, and heard their various name. "Far from the world, in yon sequester'd clime, Slow pass the sons of Wisdom, more sublime; Calm as the fields of Heaven his sapient eye The loved Athenian lifts to realms on high, Admiring Plato, on his spotless page, Stamps the bright dictates of the Father sage: 'Shall nature bound to Earth's diurnal span The fire of God, th' immortal soul of man?' "Turn, child of Heaven, thy rapture-lighten'd eye Tc Wisdom's walks, the sacred Nine are nigh: Hark! from bright spires that gild the Delphian height, From streams that wander in eternal light, Ranged on their hill, Harmonia's daughters swell The mingling tones of horn, and harp, and shell; Deep from his vaults, the Loxian murmurs flow, (5) And Pythia's awful organ peals below. "Beloved of Heaven! the smiling Muse shall shed Her moonlight halo on thy beauteous head; Shall swell thy heart to rapture unconfined, And breathe a holy madness o'er thy mind. I see thee roam her guardian power beneath, And talk with spirits on the midnight heath; Inquire of guilty wanderers whence they came, And ask each blood-stain'd form his earthly name; Then weave in rapid verse the deeds they tell, And read the trembling world the tales of hell. "When Venus, throned in clouds of rosy hue, Flings from her golden urn the vesper dew, And bids fond man her glimmering noon employ, Sacred to love, and walks of tender joy; A milder mood the goddess shall recall, And soft as dew thy tones of music fall; While Beauty's deeply-pictured smiles impart A pang more dear than pleasure to the heartWarm as thy sighs shall flow the Lesbian strain, And plead in Beauty's ear, nor plead in vain. "Or wilt thou Orphean hymns more sacred deem, And steep thy song in Mercy's mellow stream; To pensive drops the radiant eye beguileFor Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile ;On Nature's throbbing anguish pour relief, And teach impassion'd souls the joy of grief? "Yes; to thy tongue shall seraph words be given, And power on earth to plead the cause of Hea. ven; The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, That never mused on sorrow but its own, "Bright as the pillar rose at Heaven's command, When Israel march'd along the desert land, Blazed through the night on lonely wilds afar, And told the path,-a never-setting star; So, heavenly Genius, in thy course divine, HOPE is thy star, her light is ever thine." Propitious Power! when rankling cares annoy The sacred home of Hymenean joy; When doom'd to Poverty's sequester'd dell, Unpitied by the world, unknown to fame, Their woes, their wishes, and their hearts the same Oh, there, prophetic HOPE! thy smile bestow, And chase the pangs that worth should never know There, as the parent deals his scanty store Tell, that while Love's spontaneous smile endears Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps, In form and soul; but ah! more blest than he ! And chase the world's ungenerous scorn away. "And say, when summon'd from the world and thee, I lay my head beneath the willow tree, So speaks affection, ere the infant eye A tear of pity, or a smile of love, Or cons his murmuring task beneath her care, Where is the troubled heart, consign'd to share Tumultuous toils, or solitary care, Unblest by visionary thoughts that stray |