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My soul beheld thy vision ! Where alone,
Voiceless and stern, before the cloudy throne, Aye Memory sits: thy robe inscrib'd with gore, With many an unimaginable groan
Thou storied'st thy sad hours ! Silence ensued,
Deep silence o'er th' etherial multitude,
From the choired Gods advancing,
Throughout the blissful throng,
Hush'd were harp and song : Till wheeling round the throne the LAMPADS seven, (The mystic Words of Heaven)
Permissive signal make ; The fervent Spirit bow'd, then spread his wings and spake!
“ Thou in stormy blackness throning
“ Love and uncreated Light,
.“ By the Earth's unsolaced groaning,
“ Seize thy terrors, Arm of might! “ By Peace, with proffer'd insult scar'd,
“ Masked Hate and envying Scorn!
“ By Years of Havoc yet unborn! 6 And Hunger's bosom to the frost-winds bared! “ But chief by Afric's wrongs,
“Strange, horrible, and foul ! “ By what deep guilt belongs “ To the deaf Synod, 'full of gifts and lies ! “ By Wealth's insensate laugh! by Torture's howl !
“ Avenger, rise ! “For ever shall the thankless Island scowl,
“ Her quiver full, and with unbroken bow? “Speak! from thy storm-black Heaven () speak aloud !
" And on the darkling foe 5 Open thine eye of fire from some uncertain cloud !
“O dart the flash ! O rise and deal the blow ! 66 The Past to thee, to thee the Future cries ! “ Hark! how wide Nature joins her groans below!
į “Rise, God of Nature ! rise.”
And ever, when the dream of night
My ears throb hot; my eye-balls start;
Wild is the tempest of my heart;
The Soldier on the war-field spread,
Death-like he dozes among heaps of dead ! (The strife is o'er, the day-light fled,
And the night-wind clamours hoarse ! See! the starting wretch's head
Lies pillow'd on a brother's corse!)
Echo to the bleat of flocks;
(Those grassy hills, those glitt'ring dells
Proudly ramparted with rocks)
Has social Quiet lov’d thy shore;
Nor ever proud Invader's rage
VIII. Abandon’d of Heaven ! mad Avarice thy guide, At cowardly distance, yet kindling with pridem Mid thy herds and thy corn-fields secure thou hast stood, And join’d the wild yelling of Famine and Blood ! The nations curse thee, and with eager wond'ring Shall hear DESTRUCTION, like a vulture, scream!
Strange-eyed DestructION ! who with many a dream Of central fires thro' nether seas upthund'ring
Soothes her fierce solitude; yet as she lies By livid fount, or red volcanic stream,
If ever to her lidless dragon-eyes,
O Albion ! thy predestin'd ruins rise, The fiend-hag on her perilous couch doth leap, Muttering distemper'd triumph in her charmed sleep. .
Away, my soul, away!
With daily prayer and daily toil
Soliciting for food my scanty soil,
In the deep sabbath of meek self-content;