Hark! how wide nature joins her groans below Rise, God of nature, rise! Ah, why those bolts unhurl'd?" EPODE II The voice had ceas'd, the phantoms fled, Cold sweat-damps gather on my limbs; No stranger agony confounds The soldier on the war-field spread, (The strife is o'er, the day-light fled, *The Poem concludes with prophecying in anguish of spirit the downfall of this country. O doom'd to fall, enslav'd and vile, (Those grassy hills, those glittering dells, Or sack'd thy towers, or stain'd thy fields with gore. O abandon'd of Heaven!* mad Avarice thy guide At cowardly distance, yet kindling with pride *"O abandoned of Heaven!"-The poet, from having considered the peculiar advantages which this country has enjoyed, passes in rapid transition to the uses which we have made of these advantages. We have been preserved by our insular situation from suffering the actual horrors of war ourselves, and we have shown our gratitude to Providence for this immunity by our eagerness to spread those horrors over nations less happily situated. In the midst of plenty and safety, we have raised or joined the yell for famine and blood. Of the one hundred and seven last years, fifty have been years of war.-Such wickedness can 'Mid thy corn-fields and herds thou in plenty hast stood, And join'd the loud yellings of famine and blood. The nations curse thee: and with eager wond'ring Shall hear Destruction, like a vulture, scream! not pass unpunished. We have been proud and confident in our alliances and our fleets; but God has prepared the canker-worm, and will smite the gourds of our pride. "Art thou better than populous No, that was situate among the rivers, that had the waters round about it, whose rampart was the sea? Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength, and it was infinite: Put and Lubim were her helpers. Yet was she carried away, she went into captivity: and they cast lots for her honourable men, and all her great men were bound in chains. Thou also shalt be drunken: all thy strong holds shall be like fig-trees with the firstripe figs if they be shaken, they shall even fall into the mouth of the eater. Thou hast multiplied thy merchants above the stars of heaven. Thy crowned are as the locusts, and thy captains as the great grasshoppers, which camp in the hedges in the cold day; but when the sun ariseth they flee away, and their place is not known where they are. There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the report of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?"-NAHUM, chap. iii. Strange-eyed Destruction, who, with many a dream Of central fires thro' nether seas upthund'ring, The fiend-hag on her perilous couch doth leap, Mutt'ring distemper'd triumph in her charmed sleep. Away, my soul, away! In vain, in vain, the birds of warning sing- Have wail'd my country with a loud lament. In the blest sabbath of high self-content; Cleans'd from bedimming fear, and anguish weak and blind. G SONNET. COMPOSED WHILE CLIMBING THE LEFT ASCENT OF BROCKLEY-COOMB, IN THE COUNTY OF SOMERSET, MAY, 1795. WITH many a pause and oft reverted eye boughs (Mid which the May-thorn blends its blossoms white) Where broad smooth stones jut out in mossy seats, I rest. And now have gain'd the topmost site. Ah, what a luxury of landscape meets My gaze! Proud tow'rs, and cots more dear to me; Elm-shadow'd fields and prospect-bounding sea; Deep sighs my lonely heart: I drop the tear: Enchanting spot! O were my Sara here! |