Of Fortune; then the morfel of Despair. 2055 Say, then, Lorenzo! (for thou know'ft it well) What's Vice ?-Mere want of compass in our thought. Religion, what?The proof of Common-sense. How art thou whooted, where the Leaft prevails! 2050 Is it my fault, if these Truths call thee Fool? And thou shalt never be miscall'd by me. Can neither Shame, nor Terror, stand thy Friend? And art thou fill an infect in the mire? How, like thy guardian angel, have I flown; Snatch'd thee from earth; escorted thee through all Th' ethereal armies; walk'd thee, like a God, Through fplendours of firit magnitude, arrang'd On either hand, clouds thrown beneath thy feet; Clofe-cruis'd on the bright paradise of God; And almoft introduc'd thee to The Throne! And art thou ftill caroufing, for delight, Rank poifon; firft, fermenting to mere froth, And then fubfiding into final gall? 2060 To beings of sublime, immortal make, 2065 Such joy, more fhocking ftill, the more it charms! 2070 2075 Confcience Conscience is but disabled, not destroy'd. O thou moft Aweful Being; and most Vain! Thy will, how frail! how glorious is thy power! Though dread Eternity has fown her feeds 2080 Of blifs, and woe, in thy defpotic breast; 2085 When flumber locks the general lip, and dreams Through fenfelefs mazes hunt fouls un-infpir'd. 2090' Attend-The facred myfteries begin--- 2095* My folemn Night-born adjuration hear; Hear, and I'll raise thy fpirit from the duft; While the ftars gaze on this inchantment new: Inchantment, not Infernal, but Divine !. "By Silence, Death's peculiar attribute; "By Darkness, Guilt's inevitable doom; By Darkness, and by Silence, fifters dread! "That draw the curtain round Night's ebon throne, "And raise ideas, folemn as the scene! "By Night, and all of aweful, night presents 2100 "To Thought or Senfe (of aweful much, to both, "The goddess brings)! By thefe her trembling Fires, › “Like Vesta's, ever-burning; and, like hers, "Sacred to thoughts immaculate, and pure! F4 2105 "By these bright orators, that prove, and praife, "And prefs thee to revere, the Deity; “Perhaps, too, aid thee, when rever'd awhile, "Sad presage to vain boasters, now in bloom! 2115 2120 “Round death's black banner throng'd, in human “thought! "By thousands, now, refigning their last breath, "And calling thee-wert thou fo wife to hear! "By tombs o'er tombs arifing; human earth 2125 Ejected, to make room for-human earth; "The monarch's terror! and the fexton's trade! "By pompous obfequies that shun the day, "The torch funereal, and the nodding plume, "Which makes poor man's humiliation proud; "Boaft of our ruin! triumph of our duft ! "By the damp vault that weeps o'er royal bones; "And the pale lamp that fhews the ghaftly dead, "More ghaftly, through the thick incumbent gloom! "By vifits (if there are) from darker scenes, 2130 "The "The gliding spectre! and the groaning grave! 2135 Be wife-Nor let Philander blame my charm; For know I'm but executor; he left 2140 2145 This moral legacy; I make it o'er By his command; Philander hear in me; And heaven in both.-If deaf to thefe, Oh! hear 2150 On thy refolve; it trembles at thy choice; 2155 And make him curfe the being which thou gavest? If careless of Lorenzo! fpare, Oh! spare And from Philander's friend the world expects Let paffion do, what nobler motive should; 2160 Let Let love, and emulation, rise in aid To reafon; and perfuade thee to be---bleft. 2165 2170 2175 2180 But Oh! I faint! My fpirits fail!---Nor strange! 2185 2190 -"THOU |