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Here wave his amber locks; unfold
5 Here smiling stretch his tutelary wand ?
And you, ye host of Saints, for ye have known Each dreary path in life's perplexing maze,
Though now ye circle yon eternal throne With harpings high of inexpressible praise, 10
Will not your train descend in radiant state, [Fate ? To break with Mercy's beam this gathering cloud of
15 “Mortals, in vain ye hope to find,
If guilt, if fraud has stain’d your mind, Or Saint hear, or Angel to defend.”
So Truth proclaims. I hear the sacred sound Burst from the centre of her burning throne;
20 Where aye she sits with star-wreathed lustre A bright sun clasps her adamantine zone. [crown'd:
So Truth proclaims: her awful voice I hear : With many a solemn pause it slowly meets my ear.
I. 3. “Attend, ye sons of men; attend, and say, Does not enough of my refulgent ray
Break through the veil of your mortality ?
Say, does not reason in this form descry Unnumber'd, nameless glories, that surpass 29 The Angel's floating pomp, the Seraph's glowing grace?
II. 1. “Shall then your earth-born daughters vie With me ? Shall she, whose brightest eye
But emulates the diamond's blaze,
Whose breath the hyacinth's perfume, 35 Whose melting voice the warbling woodlark's lays,
Shall she be deem'd my rival ? Shall a form Of elemental dross, of mouldering clay,
Vie with these charms imperial ? The poor worm Shall prove
her contest vain. Life's little day 40 Shall
pass, and she is gone; while I appear [year. Flush'd with the bloom of youth thro' Heaven's eternal
I shone amid the heavenly throng. 45
This voice began the choral lay,
Pleased I survey'd bright Nature's gradual birth, Saw infant light with kindling lustre spread, 50
Soft vernal fragrance clothe the flowering earth, And Ocean heave on his extended bed;
Saw the tall pine aspiring pierce the sky,
55 Heaven's hallow'd image stampt upon his face, And as he rose the high behest was given,
That I alone, of all the host of Heaven, Should reign Protectress of the godlike youth: Thus the Almighty spake: he spake, and call’d me Truth."
Confusion on thy banners wait;
They mock the air with idle state.
5 Nor ev’n thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail To save thy secret soul from nightly fears,
From Cambria’s curse, from Cambria's tears !" Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride
Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, 10 As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side
He wound with toilsome march his long array. Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance: "To arms!” cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quivering lance.
' I. 2.
15 Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood,
Robed in the sable garb of woe,
20 And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
“Hark, how each giant oak, and desert cave,
Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe;
I. 3. « Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, That hush'd the stormy main :
30 Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy
bed: Mountains, ye mourn in vain
Modred, whose magic song
35 Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pale: Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail
The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art,
Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, 40 Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
Ye died amidst your dying country's criesNo more I weep. They do not sleep.
On yonder cliff, a grisly band, I see them sit; they linger yet,
45 Avengers of their native land: With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.”
“ Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race;
50 Give ample room, and verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death thro' Berkeley's roof that ring, 55 Shrieks of an agonizing king !
She-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs,
That tear’st the bowels of thy mangled mate,
From thee be born, who o'er thy country hangs 59
70 Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows,
While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes ;
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm:
Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, 75 That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
II. 3. “Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare;
Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair,
80 Fell Thirst and Famine scowl
A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray,
Lance to lance, and horse to horse ?
Long years of havoc urge their destined course, 85 And through the kindred squadrons mow their way.