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ODE TO DIVINE LOVE. HAIL, Love Divine! Ere glowed the golden sky, Ere yet the cherub's harp was tuned on high, Or flamed the seraph's fire—thou madest abode In the bless'd bosom of thy Parent God. In that great instant of Eternity, Where his dread will decreed that time should be,
He bound heaven, earth, and main
The planetary choirs above;
Still waste this mourning world around?
The Muses' ear what clangors wound
Of clashing arms from far !
The burdened echoes bear!
The widow's shrieks that rend the skies
Bid Pity's tear to flow.
Deep sighs the sympathetic breast,
And feels for others' woe.
For mad Ambition see-with hell combined;
As when the fierce Tornado sweeps
[coast, And strews a thousand keels along the foaming Heaven thunders- bellows ocean-shakes the
shore, From isle to isle resounds the loud rough roar, Wild Desolation rushes o'er the land, And giant Horror strides from strand to strand; Thus rushing onward on her clattering car She sounds aloud the rage-inciting song,
And leads the fiends alongRapine, with harpy fangs, wide-wasting War, That lets her bloodhounds foose to range before, On human flesh to feed, and lap the gore; Despotic Sway, relentless as the storms; And ghastly Death, in all his thousand forms ! At her approach the beams of Science fade, Freedom and Honour fall, and Virtue hides her
See, see her flaming sword display'd!
And o'er the silver flood;
And turns the stream to blood.
How waste and desolate the fair domain
Starts the pale trembling maid
wood, Shakes every nerve, and chills the freezing blood ! From distant villages the flames aspire, Glare on the streams, and set the skies on fire.
Swift as the panting deer From the keen hound and ruthless hunter's spear The wretched relics of the slaughter fly, Rushing through driving snow-storms wing'd with
To woods and deserts drear; Beneath the fury of the wintry sky, There, houseless, shivering to the frozen ait, Pine the slow prey of hunger and despair. 'Tis solitude-'tis terror all around ! Grim visaged Murder stalks along the ground, And dying groans are heard, and savage yells re
sound : Revenge, in woody glooms conceal'd from day, Crouch'd like a tiger, waits the’ unwary prey, Then, sudden springing with his brandish'd dart, Tears from the mangled breast the quivering heart.
Nor blameless youth's fair blooming years,
Nor palsied age can pity find,
Stern stands the dire assassin;—Spare, O, spare
Shall bold Oppression still defy
No! there's an awful hour;
Tremble, ye despots! throned in idle state
The Almighty's final frown; The bolt already kindles in the sky To blast your blooming wreaths, and dash your
glories down. What though triumphal monuments ye raise To make immortal your detested praise ? Your gilded domes with rival splendours crown'd, Soon, soon Destruction with her tongue of fire
Shall lick them from the ground.
Father of all! whose universal care
The greatest, meanest natures share;
Regards the seraph and the man;
Call’d order, beauty, life, and light,
Upon a wasted world look down,
And robed in Beauty's radiant vest!
Arise at length in thy resistless might!
That shakes the world around !
Bid from her azure seat descend