Launch'd with Iberia's pilot from the steep, To worlds unknown, and isles beyond the deep! And wheel'd in triumph through the signs of Heav'n? Oh! star-ey'd Science, hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair? Then bind the palm, thy sage's brow to suit, Ah me! the laurel'd wreath that murder rears, Blood-nurs'd, and water'd by the widow's tears, As waves the night-shade round the sceptic head. I smile on death, if heav'n-ward Hope remain! But, if the warring winds of Nature's strife Be all the faithless charter of my life, If Chance awak'd, inexorable power, This frail and feverish being of an hour; Doom'd o'er the world's precarious scene to sweep, Swift as the tempest travels on the deep, To know delight but by her parting smile, And toil, and wish, and weep, a little while; And sink, ye stars, that light me to the tomb! Truth, ever lovely-since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man, Ilow.can thy words from balmy slumber start, Reposing Virtue, pillow'd on the heart! Yet, if thy voice the note of thunder roll'd, Let Wisdom smile not on her conquer'd field; The doom that bars us from a better fate; And well may Doubt, the mother of Dismay, Pause at her martyr's tomb, and read the lay. Down by the wilds of yon deserted vale, It darkly hints a melancholy tale! There, as the homeless madman sits alone, In hollow winds he hears a spirit moan! And there, they say, a wizard orgie crowds, When the Moon lights her watch-tower in the clouds. |