ELEGANT EXTRACTS. PART II. Moral and Preceptive. IMMORTALITY: OR, THE CONSOLATION OF HUMAN LIFE. A Monody. Animi natura videtur Atque animæ claranda meis jam versibus esse Lucr. WHEN black-browed Night her dusky mantle spread, And wrapt in solemn gloom the sable sky; When soothing Sleep her opiate dews had shed, And seal'd in silken slumbers every eye; My wakeful thoughts admit no balmy rest, VOL. I. CC Yet no fell passion's rough discordant rage And social tears fast trickle down my cheek; Ah me! when nature gives one general groan, Each heart must beat with woe, each voice responsive moan. Where'er I cast my moisten'd eyes around, Like air-blown bubbles on the watery plain; Ye smiling glories of the youthful year, That ope your fragrant bosoms to the day, That glad in all the pride of spring appear, And steep'd in dews your silken leaves display; In Nature's richest robes though thus bedight, Though her soft pencil trace your various dye, Though lures your roseate hue the charmed sight, Though odours sweet your nectarous breath supply, [prey, Soon on your leaves Time's cankerous tooth shall Your dulcet dews exhale, your beauteous bloom decay. Ye hedgerow elms, beneath whose fragrant shade The grazing herds defy the rattling shower; Ye lofty oaks, in whose wide arms display'd The clamorous rook builds high his airy bower; Stripp'd by hoar Winter's rough inclement rage In mournful heaps your leafy honours lie, Even your hard ribs shall feel the force of age, And your bare trunks the friendly shade deny; No more by cheerful vegetation green Your sapless bolls shall sink, and quit the' evanid scene. Ye feather'd warblers of the vernal year, That careless sing nor fear the frowns of fate, Tune your sad notes to death and winter drear! Ill suit these mirthful strains your transient state. No more with cheerful song nor sprightly air Salute the blushes of the rising day, With doleful ditties, drooping wings, repair To the lone covert of the nightly spray; Where love-lorn Philomela strains her throat, Surround the budding thorn, and swell the mournful note. Come, sighing Elegy, with sweetest airs Of melting music teach my grief to flow, To the dark charnel vault thy votary bring, The murky mansions of the mouldering dead, Where dank dews breathe and taint the sickly skies, Where in sad loathsome heaps all human glory lies. Wrapp'd in the gloom of uncreated night, Awakes, and conscious being opes our eyes, Care's fretful family at once dismay, With ghastly air a thousand phantoms rise, Sad Horror hangs o'er all the deepening gloom, Grief prompts the labour'd sigh, Death opes the marble tomb. Yet life's strong love intoxicates the soul, And thirst of bliss inflames the feverous mind, With eager draughts we drain the poisonous bowl, And in the dregs the cordial hope to find. O Heaven! for this light end were mortals made, And placed on earth, with happiness in view, To catch with cheated grasp the flitting shade, And with vain toil the fancied form pursue, Thus, lonely wandering through the nightly shade, Of life's short period, or its toilsome state. Or screech owl screaming with ill omen'd cry; Save when with brazen tongue from yon high tower, The clock, deep-sounding, speaks, and counts the passing hour. |