Yet, hero! deem not unreveng'd I bleed, Paternal vengeance marks thy ruthless deed. No! couldst thou quit this earth, and viewless trace, The plan of the proposed Tragedy appears to have been frequently revised and corrected; the business of each act is detailed; but, after all, it is too imperfect for publication. From the introduction of a chorus of Persian Sages or Magi, it may be inferred that Sir William Jones proposed writing it after the model of the Greek tragedy, and he certainly intended to observe a strict adherence to the costume of the age and country in which the events of his Tragedy were supposed to have occurred. The following Epode is the only part of the composition sufficiently complete for the reader's perusal. EPODE. What pow'r, beyond all pow'rs elate, Sustains this universal frame? 'Tis not nature, 'tis not fate, 'Tis not the dance of atoms blind, But provident of endless good, By ways nor seen, nor understood, Which e'en his angels vainly might explore. High their highest thoughts above, Truth, wisdom, justice, mercy, love, Wrought in his heav'nly essence, blaze and soar. Rapt in contemplation meek, Him fear, hím trust, him venerate, him adore. I close the volume with some lines on his death, written by her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire, and inserted at the particular request of Lady Jones. On the Death of Sir WILLIAM JONES. Teignmouth, 1795. Unbounded learning, thoughts by genius fram'd, Upright through life, as in his death resign'd, Admir'd and valued in a distant land, His gentle manners all affection won; The prostrate Hindu own'd his fostering hand, Regret and praise the general voice bestows, Dr. Johnson. FINIS. Father and God of mercy, give give me Wisdom, the assistant of thy seats : send her from thy holy heavens, from the seat of thy greatness; that the may be present with me, and labour with me to Thee! labour with me, and teach me what is acceptable to Thee! |