Or cursing recklessly, or uttering lies;

Or lapping greedily from slander's cup

The blood of reputation; or between
Friendships and brotherhoods devising strife;
Or plotting to defile a neighbour's bed;
In duel met with dagger of revenge;
Or casting on the widow's heritage

The

eye of covetousness; or with full hand On mercy's noiseless errands unobserved Administering; or meditating fraud

And deeds of horrid barbarous intent;
In full pursuit of unexperienced hope,
Fluttering along the flowery path of youth;
Or steeped in disappointment's bitterness-
The fevered cup that guilt must ever drink,
When parched and fainting on the road of ill;
Beggar and king, the clown and haughty lord;
The venerable sage, and empty fop;

The ancient matron, and the rosy bride;

The virgin chaste, and shriveled harlot vile;

The savage fierce, and man of science mild;
The good and evil, in a moment, all
Were changed, corruptible to incorrupt,
And mortal to immortal ne'er to change.

And now descending from the bowers of heaven, Soft airs o'er all the earth, spreading were heard, And Hallelujahs sweet, the harmony

Of righteous souls that came to repossess
Their long neglected bodies: and anon

Upon the ear fell horribly the sound

Of cursing, and the yells of damned despair,
Uttered by felon spirits that the trump

Had summoned from the burning glooms of hell,

To put their bodies on-reserved for wo,

Now starting up among the living changed, Appeared innumerous the risen dead.

Each particle of dust was claimed: the turf,
For ages trod beneath the careless foot

Of men, rose organized in human form;

The monumental stones were rolled away;

The doors of death were opened; and in the dark And loathsome vault, and silent charnel house, Moving were heard the mouldered bones that sought

Their proper place. Instinctive every soul Flew to its clayey part: from grass-grown mould, The nameless spirit took its ashes up,

Reanimate: and merging from beneath

The flattered marble, undistinguished rose

The great-nor heeded once the lavish rhyme,
And costly pomp of sculptured garnish vain.
The Memphian mummy, that from age to age
Descending, bought and sold a thousand times,
In hall of curious antiquary, stowed,

Wrapt in mysterious weeds, the wondrous theme
Of many an erring tale, shook off its rags ;
And the brown son of Egypt stood beside
The European, his last purchaser.

In vale remote the hermit rose, surprised

At crowds that rose around him, where he

thought

His slumbers had been single: and the bard,

Who fondly covenanted with his friend

To lay his bones beneath the sighing bough

Of some old lonely tree, rising was pressed
By multitudes, that claimed their proper dust
From the same spot and he, that richly hearsed,
With gloomy garniture of purchased wo,
Embalmed in princely sepulchre was laid,

Apart from vulgar men, built nicely round
And round by the proud heir who blushed to think
His father's lordly clay should ever mix
With peasant dust-saw by his side awake

The clown, that long had slumbered in his arms.

The family tomb, to whose devouring mouth Descended sire and son, age after age,

In long unbroken hereditary line,

Poured forth at once the ancient father rude, And all his offspring of a thousand years. Refreshed from sweet repose, awoke the man Of charitable life; awoke and sung:

And from his prison house, slowly and sad,

As if unsatisfied with holding near

Communion with the earth, the miser drew

His earcase forth, and gnashed his teeth, and howled,

Unsolaced by his gold and silver then.
From simple stone in lonely wilderness,
That hoary lay, o'er-lettered by the hand
Of oft frequenting pilgrim, who had taught
The willow tree to weep at morn and even
Over the sacred spot-the martyr saint
To song of seraph harp triumphant rose,
Well pleased that he had suffered to the death.
"The cloud caped towers, the gorgeous palaces,"

As

sung the bard by Nature's hand anointed,

In whose capacious giant numbers rolled