The hero's slaves, and all the scarlet troops
Of antichrist, and all that fought for rule—
Many high-sounding names, familiar once
On earth, and praised exceedingly; but now
Familiar most in hell-their dungeon fit,
Where they may war eternally with God's
Almighty thunderbolts, and win them pangs
Of keener wo-saw, as they sprung to life,
The widow, and the orphan ready stand,
And helpless virgin, ravished in their sport,
To plead against them at the coming Doom.
The Roman legions, boasting once how loud
Of liberty, and fighting bravely o'er

The torrid and the frigid zone; the sands

Of burning Egypt, and the frozen hills

Of snowy Albion, to make mankind

Their thralls, untaught that he who made or

kept

A slave, could ne'er himself be truly free

That morning gathered up their dust which lay

Wide scattered over half the globe: nor saw

Their eagled banners then. Sennacherib's hosts, Embattled once against the sons of God,

With insult bold, quick as the noise of mirth, And revelry, sunk in their drunken camp,

When death's dark angel, at the dead of night, Their vitals touched, and made each pulse stand

still

Awoke in sorrow: and the mulitudes

Of Gog, and all the fated crew that warred
Against the chosen saints, in the last days,
At Armageddon, when the Lord came down,
Mustering his hosts on Israel's holy hills,

And from the treasures of his snow and hail
Rained terror, and confusion rained, and death,
And gave to all the beasts, and fowls of heaven
Of captain's flesh, and blood of men of war,
A feast of many days-revived, and doomed
To second death,-stood in Hamonah's vale.

Nor yet did all that fell in battle rise

That day to wailing: here and there were seen,
The patriot bands, that from his guilty throne
The despot tore, unshackled nations, made
The prince respect the people's laws, drove back
The wave of proud invasion, and rebuked
The frantic fury of the multitude

Rebelled, and fought and fell for liberty

Right understood,-true heroes in the speech
Of heaven, where words express the thoughts of

him

Who speaks-not undistinguished these, tho' few, That morn arose, with joy and melody.

All woke the north and south gave up

their

dead:

The caravan, that in mid-journey sunk,
With all its merchandise, expected long,

And long forgot, ingulphed beneath the tide

Of death, that the wild spirit of the winds,
Swept in his wrath along the wilderness,

In the wide desert woke, and saw all calm
Around, and populous with risen men :
Nor of his relics thought the pilgrim then,
Nor merchant of his silks and spiceries.

And he-far voyaging from home and friends, Too curious, with a mortal eye to peep

Into the secrets of the Pole, forbid

By nature, whom fierce winter seized, and froze
To death, and wrapped in winding sheet of ice,
And sung the requiem of his shivering ghost,
With the loud organ of his mighty winds,
And on his memory threw the snow of ages
Felt the long absent warmth of life return,
And shook the frozen mountain from his bed.

All rose of every age, of every clime:

Adam and Eve, the great progenitors

Of all mankind, fair as they seemed that morn, When first they met in paradise, unfallen,

Uncursed—from ancient slumber broke, where

once

Euphrates rolled his stream; and by them stood,
In stature equal, and in soul as large,
Their last posterity-tho' poets sung,
And sages proved them far degenerate.

Blest sight! not unobserved by angels, nor Unpraised that day 'mong men of every tribe And hue, from those who drank of Tenglio's

stream,

To those who nightly saw the hermit cross,
In utmost south retired,-rising were seen,
The fair and ruddy sons of Albion's land,
How glad! not those who travelled far, and sailed
To purchase human flesh; or wreath the yoke
Of vassalage on savage liberty;

Or suck large fortune from the sweat of slaves;