ANTISTROPHE I. Where silent vales, and glades of green array, The Queen of Beauty bow'd to taste the wave; And bless'd the stream, and breathed across the land The soft sweet gale that fans yon summer bowers; And there the sister Loves, a smiling band, Crown'd with the fragrant wreaths of rosy flowers! "And go," she cries, "in yonder valleys rove, With Beauty's torch the solemn scenes illume; Wake in each eye the radiant light of Love, Breathe on each cheek young Passion's tender bloom! Entwine, with myrtle chains, your soft controul, STROPHE II. The land where Heaven's own hallow'd waters play, Say, shall it hail thee from thy frantic way, In thine own children's gore! Oh! ere they bleed, The mother strikes—the guiltless babes shall fall! Think what remorse thy maddening thoughts shall sting, No! let thy bosom melt to Pity's cry,— ANTISTROPHE II. Say, how shalt thou that barbarous soul assume, When o'er each babe you look a last adieu, Shall no fond feeling beat to Nature true, Charm thee to pensive thought—and bid thee weep? When the young suppliants clasp their parent dear, Heave the deep sob, and pour the artless prayer— Ay! thou shalt melt ;-and many a heart-shed tear Gush o'er the harden'd features of despair! Nature shall throb in every tender string,- CHORUS. Hallow'd Earth! with indignation Mark, oh mark, the murderous deed! Radiant eye of wide creation, Watch th' accurs'd infanticide! Yet, ere Colchia's rugged daughter Shall mortal hand, with murder gory, Sun of Heaven!-array'd in glory Chase afar the fiend of Madness, Wrest the dagger from Revenge! Say, hast thou, with kind protection, Hast thou, on the troubled ocean, Braved the tempest loud and strong, Where the waves, in wild commotion, Roar Cyanean rocks among? Didst thou roam the paths of danger, Ask not Heaven's commiseration, Perish when thy victims bleed. G |