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This band dismiss'd, behold another crowd Preferr'd the same request, and lowly bow'd ; The constant tenour of whose well-spent days" No less deserv'd a just return of praise. But straight the direful trump of Slander
sounds; Thro' the big dome the doubling thunder
bounds ; Loud as the burst of cannon rends the skies, The dire report thro' ev'ry region flies ; In ev'ry ear incessant rumours rung, And gath’ring scandals grew on ev'ry tongue.. From the black trumpet's rusty concave broke Sulphureous flames, and clouds of rolling smoke': The pois’nous vapour blots the purple skies, And withers all before it as it flies.
A troop came next, who crowns and armour
wore, And proud defiance in their looks they bore: .“ For thee” (they cried) “amidst alarms and strife We sail'd in tempests down the stream of life ::
For thee whole nations fill’d with fames and
blood, And swam to empire thro' the purple flood.. Those ills we dar'd thy inspiration own; Wliat virtue seem’d, was done for thee alone.” “ Ambitious fools !" (the Queen replied, and
frown'd) “ Be all your acts in deep oblivion drown’d: There sleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone; Your statues moulder'd, and your names un
known !” A sudden cloud straight snatch'd them from my
sight; And each majestic phantom sunik in night.
Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen; Plain was their dress, and modest was their
mien. “ Great idol of mankind! we neither claim The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame; But, safe in deserts from th' applause of men, Would die unheard of, as we liv'd unseen.
?T is all we beg thee, to conceal from sight
“ And live there men who slight immortal fame? Who then with incense shall adore our name: But, mortals ! know,'t is still our greatest pride To blaze those virtues which the good would hide. Rise! Muses, rise! add all your tuneful breath; These must not sleep in darkness and in death.” She said: in air the trembling music floats, And on the winds triumphant swell the notes ; So soft tho' high, so loud and yet so clear, . . Ev’n list’ning angels lean from heav'n to hear: To farthest shores th' ambrosial spirit flies, Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies.
Next these, a youthful train their vows ex
press'd, With feathers crown'd, with gay embroid'ry
“Hither,” (they cried),“ direct your eyes, and see The men of pleasure, dress, and gallantry; .
Ours is the place at banquets, balls, and plays; · Sprightly our nights, polite are all our days ;
Courts we frequent, where 't is our pleasing care
The Queen assents, the trumpet rends the skies, And at each blast a lady's honour dies.
Pleas’d with the strange success, vast numbers
Around the shrine, and made the same request: “ What, you!” (she cry'd) “ unlearn’d in arts to
please, Slaves to yourselves, and ev’n fatigu’d with ease,
Who lose a length of undeserving days—
round; Whispers are heard, with taunts reviling loud, And scornful hisses run thro' all the crowd.
Last, those who boast of mighty mischiefs done, Enslave their country, or usurp a throne;. Or who their glory's dire foundation laid On Sov'reigns ruin’d, or on friends betray'd; Calm thinking villains, whom no faith could fix, Of crooked counsels and dark politics :-Of these a gloomy tribe surround the throne, And beg to make th' immortal treasons known. The trumpet roars, long flaky flames expire, With sparks that seem'd to set the world on fire. At the dread sound pale mortals stood aghast, And startled nature trembled with the blast.