Demons of Vengeance! ye at whose command Or horror damp the purpose of my soul? Yes; let the clay-cold breast that never knew And ye, proud fair, whose soul no gladness warms, Save Rapture's homage to your conscious charms! Delighted idols of a gaudy train, Ill can your blunter feelings guess the pain, Say, then, did pitying Heaven condemn the deed, When Vengeance bade thee, faithless lover! bleed? Long had I watch'd thy dark foreboding brow, What time thy bosom scorn'd its dearest vow! Sad, though I wept the friend, the lover changed, Still thy cold look was scornful and estranged, Till from thy pity, love, and shelter thrown, I wander'd hopeless, friendless, and alone! Oh! righteous Heaven! 'twas then my tortured soul First gave to wrath unlimited control! Adieu the silent look! the streaming eye! The murmur'd plaint! the deep heart-heaving sigh! And pale in blood he sleeps, to wake no more! 'Tis done! the flame of hate no longer burns: Nature relents, but, ah! too late returns! Why does my soul this gush of fondness feel? Trembling and faint, I drop the guilty steel! Cold on my heart the hand of terror lies, And shades of horror close my languid eyes! Oh! 'twas a deed of Murder's deepest grain! Could B- -k's soul so true to wrath remain ? A friend long true, a once fond lover fell!— Where Love was foster'd could not Pity dwell? Unhappy youth! while yon pale crescent glows To watch on silent Nature's deep repose, Thy sleepless spirit, breathing from the tomb, Foretells my fate, and summons me to come! Once more I see thy sheeted spectre stand, Roll the dim eye, and wave the paly hand! Soon may this fluttering spark of vital flame Forsake its languid melancholy frame ! Soon may these eyes their trembling lustre close, Welcome the dreamless night of long repose! Soon may this wo-worn spirit seek the bourne Where, lull'd to slumber, Grief forgets to mourn! 19 HALLOWED GROUND WHAT S nallow'd ground? Has earth a cle By man, the image of his God Erect and free, To bow the knee? That's hallow'd ground-where, mourn'd and miss'd, Yon churchyard's bowers? No! in ourselves their souls exist, 1 A part of ours. A kiss can consecrate the ground Where mated hearts are mutual bound: The spot where love's first links were wound, That ne'er are riven, Is hallow'd down to earth's profound, For time makes all but true love old; Until the heart itself be cold In Lethe's pool What hallows ground where heroes sleep? Or Genii twine beneath the deep But strew his ashes to the wind Whose sword or voice has served mankind- To live in hearts we leave behind, Is't death to fall for Freedom's right? What can alone ennoble fight? A noble cause! Give that! and welcome War to brace Her drums! and rend Heaven's reeking space! The colors planted face to face, The charging cheer, Though Death's pale horse lead on the chase, Shall still be dear. And place our trophies where men kneel O God above! Transfer it from the sword's appeal Peace, Love! the cherubim that join Their spread wings o'er Devotion's shrine, Prayers sound in vain, and temples shine, Where they are not The heart alone can make divine To incantations dest thou trust, And pompous rites in domes august? That men can bless one pile of dust With chime or chaunt. The ticking wood-worm mocks thee, man! Thy temples-creeds themselves grow wan! But there's a dome of nobler span, A temple given Thy faith, that bigots dare not ban— Its roof star-pictured Nature's ceiling, The harmonious spheres Make music, though unheard their pealing Fair stars! are not your beings pure? Ye must be Heavens that make us sure And in your harmony sublime I read the doom of distant time; That man's regenerate soul from crime Shall yet be drawn, And reason on his mortal clime Immortal dawn. |