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ODE TO SUPERSTITION.*
I. 1. Hence, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence !
Thy chain of adamant can bind
That little world, the human mind,
Wake the lion's loudest roar,
At thy command he plants the dagger deep,
• Written in early youth.
I. 2. When, with a frown that froze the peopled earth, *
Thou dartedst thy huge head from high,
Night waved her banners o'er the sky, And, brooding, gave her shapeless shadows birth.
Rocking on the billowy air,
Ha! what withering phantoms glare ! As blows the blast with many a sudden swell, At each dead pause, what shrill-toned voices yell! The sheeted spectre, rising from the tomb, Points to the murderer's stab, and shudders by; In
every grove is felt a heavier gloom, That veils its genius from the vulgar eye:
The spirit of the water rides the storm, And, thro' the mist, reveals the terrors of his form.
O'er solid seas, where Winter reigns,
And holds each mountain-wave in chains, The fur-clad savage, ere he guides his deer
By glistering star-light thro' the snow,
Breathes softly in her wondering ear
• Lucretius, I. 63.
And, while the panting tigress hies
His spirit laughs in agonies,
Mark who mounts the sacred pyre,
Blooming in her bridal vest:
To die is to be blest:
Weave the airy web of Fate;
Each unhewn mass of living stone
Was clad in horrors not its own,
Giant Error, darkly grand,
# The funeral rite of the Hindoos.
+ The Fates of the Northern Mythology. See Mallet's Antiquities.
An allusion to the Second Sight.