Where Penitence unpity'd sits, and pale, Approving Mercy marks the vast design, And proudly cries-" HOWARD, the task be thine!" Already 'mid the darksome vaults profound, In horror's realm the voice of peace is heard! Be the sad scene disclos'd;-fearless unfold And haggard eye-ball, through the dusk are seen. But oh! for him, who, to yon vault confin'd, His wasted form, his cold and bloodless cheek, Of friends, perhaps now mingl'd with the dead; 66 Strays to this last retreat, these shades unblest? "From life and light shut out, beneath this cell 66 Long have I bid the cheering sun farewell. "I heard for ever clos'd the jealous door, "I mark'd my bed on the forsaken floor, "I had no hope on earth, no human friend: "Let me unpity'd to the dust descend!" Cold is his frozen heart-his eye is rear'd To Heav'n no more-and on his sable beard The tear has ceas'd to fall. Thou canst not bring Back to his mournful heart the morn of spring Thou canst not bid the rose of health renew O ye, who list to Pleasure's vacant song, As in her silken train ye troop along; Who, like rank cowards, from affliction fly, Or, whilst the precious hours of life pass by, Lie slumb'ring in the sun :-Awake, ariseTo these instructive pictures turn your eyes, The awful view with other feelings scan, And learn from HOWARD what man owes to man! These, Virtue! are thy triumphs, that adorn From clime to clime; or batten in the sun, 1 But on life's vary'd views to look around, Or for a moment sooth'd the bitter pain But 'tis not that Compassion should bestow An unavailing tear on want or woe: Lo! fairer Order rises from thy plan, Befriending virtue, and adorning man. That comfort cheers the dark abode of pain, Where wan Dicase oft cry'd for aid in vain; That Mercy soothes the hard behest of law; That Misery smiles upon her bed of straw; That the dark felons' clan, no more, combin'd, Murmur in murd'rous leagues against mankind; That to each cell, a mild yet mournful guest, Contrition comes, and stills the beating breast, Whilst long-forgotten tears of virtue flow; Thou, generous friend of all!-to thee we owe! To thee, that Pity sees her views expand To many a cheerless haunt, and distant land! Whilst warm Philanthropy extends her ray, HOWARD! I view those deeds, and think how vain The triumphs of weak man-the feeble strain, That Flattery sings to Conquest's crimson car, Amid the banner'd host, and the proud tents of war! From realm to realm the hideous War-fiend hies But bear Thou fearless on:-the GoD of all, To whom th' afflicted kneel, the friendless call, From his high throne of mercy shall approve The holy deeds of Mercy and of Love: |