Elijah in the battle's throng Shall urge the fiery steeds along, Shall wave the censer's rich perfume, To turn the wrath aside, the vengeance of the Lord. Vain, vain! it is enough to know He wrought Jehovah's will with steadfast zeal; Without the sorrow of the strife Which all our fathers felt, which we must one day feel. To us between the world and Heaven A rougher path, alas! is given; Red glares the torch, dark waves the funeral pall; The sceptred king, the trampled slave, Go down into the common grave, And there is one decay, one nothingness for all. It is a fearful thing to die! To watch the cheerful day flit by With all its myriad shapes of life and love; That broods forever o'er the tomb, Where clouds are all around, though Heaven may shine above! But still a firm and faithful trust Supports, consoles the pure and just: Serene, though sad, they feel life's joys expiro; PYRAMIDES ÆGYPTIACÆ. CARMEN GRÆCUM IN CURIA CANTABRIGIENSI RECITATUM COMITIIS MAXIMIS, A. D. MDCCCXXII. ΙΕΡΑΣ ἀγάλματα σεμνὰ γαίας, οὐρανοῦ βλέποντες ἀεὶ, παλαιῶν ἔργα τυράννων, εἴπατ’(ἐν γὰρ ὑμετέροις μυχοῖσιν μειλίχον λόγον σοφίας βροτοῖς 4 πασιν ἀείδειν) εἴπαθ ̓ ὡς οὐδὲν διαδήματ', οὐδὲν γίγνεται σκήπτρων κλέος· ὡς ἅπαντας λυγρὸν ἁρπάζει σκότος, εὐφρόνη τ' ἄ ζηλος, ἀτέρμων. |