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You are a dainty violet,
You are the queen all flowers among
TO THE MOON.
Thou silent Moon, that look'st so pale,
So much exhausted, and so faint, Wandering over hill and dale,
Watching oft the kneeling saintHearing his groans float on the gale— No wouder thou art tir'd and pale.
Yet I have often seen thee bring
Thy beams o'er yon bare mountain's steep; Then, with a smile, their lustre fing
Full on the dark and roaring deep;
Sure, that passing blush deceives;
For thou, fair nymph, art chaste and cold! Love our bosoms seldom leaves;
But thou art of a different mould. Hail, chaste queen! for ever hail ! And, prithee, look not quite so pale.
Yet stay-perhaps thou'st travellid far,
Exulting in thy conscious light; Till, as I fear, some youthful Star
Hath spread his charms before thy sight; And, when he found his arts prevail, He left thee, sickening, faint, and pale.
You who dwell above the skies,
His deserved praise record,
THE DAY OF JUDGMENT.
When the fierce north wind with his airy forces
Rushing amain down,
How the poor sailors stand amaz'd and tremble ! While the hoarse thunder, like a bloody trumpet, Roars a loud onset to the gaping waters,
Quick to devour them.
Such shall the noise be, and the wild disorder, (If things eternal may be like these earthly) Such the dire terror, when the great archangel
Shakes the creation ;
Tears the strong pillars of the vault of heaven, · Breaks up old marble, the repose of princes ; See the graves open, and the bones arising,
Flames all around 'em.
Hark the shrill outcry of the guilty wretches!
Gnawing within them.
Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart
strings, And the smart twinges, when their eye heholds the Lofty Judge frowning, and a flood of vengeance
Rolling afore him.
Hopeless immortals ! how they scream and shiver, While devils put them to the pit wide yawning, Hideous and gloomy, to receive them headlong
Down to the centre.
Stop here my fancy: (all away ye horrid
Thron’d, yet adoring!
O may I sit there when he comes triumphant, Dooming the nations! then ascend to glory, While our Hosannas all along the passage
Shout the Redeemer.