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When Zerah, Nahor, Haran, Abram, Lot,
The youthful world's gray fathers, in one knot
Did with intentive looks watch every hour
For thy new light, and trembled at each shower!
When thou dost shine, darkness looks white and fair;
Forms turn to music, clouds to smiles and air;
Rain gently spends his honey-drops, and pours
Balm on the cleft earth, milk on grass and flowers.
Bright pledge of peace and sunshine, the sure tie
Of thy Lord's hand, the object of his eye!
When I behold thee, though my light be dim,
Distant and low, I can in thine see him,
Who looks upon thee from his glorious throne,
And minds the covenant betwixt all and One.

THE WREATH.

SINCE I in storms most used to be,

And seldom yielded flowers,
How shall I get a wreath for thee

From these rude barren hours !
The softer dressings of the spring,

Or summer's later store,
I will not for thy temples bring,

Which thorns, not roses, wore :
But a twined wreath of grief and praise,

Praise soil'd wiin tears, and tears again
Shining with joy, like dewy days,

This day I bring for all thy pain,
Thy causeless pain; and as sad death,

Which sadness breeds in the most vain,
Oh not in vain! now beg thy breath,
Thy quick’ning breath, which gladly bears

Through saddest clouds to that glad place
Where cloudless quires sing without tears,

Sing thy just praise, and see thy face.

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ALEXANDER'S FEAST.
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won

By Philip's warlike son:
Aloft in awful state
The godlike hero sate

On his imperial throne :

His valiant peers were placed around;
Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound:

(So should desert in arms be crown'd)
The lovely Thais, by his side,
Sate, like a blooming Eastern bride,
In flower of youth and beauty's pride.

Happy, happy, happy pair!
None but the brave,
None but the brave,
None but the brave deserves the fair.

Timotheus, placed on high

Amid the tuneful quire,

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky,

And heavenly joys inspire.
The song began from Jove,
Who left his blissful seats above,
(Such is the power of mighty love).
A dragon's fiery form belied the god,
Sublime on radiant spires he rode,

When he to fair Olympia pressid,

And while he sought her snowy breast : Then round her slender waist he curld, [world. And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of the The listening crowd admire the lofty sound, A present deity, they shout around; A present deity, the vaulted roofs rebound :

With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears,
Assumes the god,

Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.
The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung:
of Bacchus ever fair and ever young :

The jolly god in triumph comes;
Sound the trumpets; beat the drums;
Flush'd with a purple grace,

He shows his honest face;
Now give the hautboys breath: he comes, he comes.

Bacchus, ever fair and young,

Drinking joys did first crdain;
Bacchus' blessings are a treasure,
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure:

Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure;
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ;

Fought all his battles o'er again;
And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew

The master saw the madness rise; (the slain.
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ;
And, while he heaven and earth defied,
Changed his hand and check’d his pride.

He chose a mournful Muse,

Soft pity to infuse:
He sung Darius great and good,

By too severe a fate,
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,

And weltering in his blood;
Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed :
On the bare earth exposed he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.
With downcast looks the joyless victor sate,

Revolving in his alter'd soul

The various turns of chance below;
And now and then a sigh he stole,

And tears began to flow.

The mighty master smiled to see
That love was in the next degree :
'Twas but a kindred sound to move,
For pity melts the mind to love.

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,

Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.
War, he sung, is toil and trouble ;
Honour but an empty bubble ;

Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying;

If the world be worth thy winning,
Think, oh think it worth enjoying :

Lovely Thais sits beside thee,

Take the good the gods provide thee. The many

rend the skies with loud applause ; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain,

Gazed on the fair

Who caused his care,
And sigh'd and look’d, sigh'd and look’d,

Sigh'd and look’d, and sigh'd again :
At length, with love and wine at once oppress’d,
The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.
Now strike the golden lyre again :
A louder yet, and yet a louder strain.
Break his bands of sleep asunder,
And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder.

Hark, hark, the horrid sound

Has raised up his head!

As awaked from the dead,

And, amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,

See the Furies arise :

See the snakes that they rear,

How they hiss in their hair,
And the sparkles that flash from their eyes

Behold a ghastly band,

Each a torch in his hand ! Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,

And unburied remain

Inglorious on the plain :
Give the vengeance due

To the valiant crew.
Behold how they toss their torches on high,

How they point to the Persian abodes,
And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
The princes applaud with a furious joy;
And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ;

Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey,
And, like another Helen, fired another Troy.

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Thus, long ago,
Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,

While organs yet were mute;
Timotheus, to his breathing flute

And sounding lyre,
Could swell the soul to rage or kindle soft desire.

At last divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame;
The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,

Enlarged the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds,
With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown ;
He raised a mortal to the skies;

She drew an angel down.

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