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Forego thy keys of gold,
The pearly gates unfold,
Not all on high who bide,
Shall grace the judge's side;
On clouds of heav'n majestic riding, He comes to wake the dead, the dooms of men deciding.
Whether for Constantine,
Or that mysterious Trine,
Or for that Dominique,
Whose cruel heat oblique
Or for those priests the wed-bed who renounce, Flows the wrath-vial now—what mortal may pronounce.
The star that told his birth, Who taught a heedless earth How might be won the beamy home of bliss, The queen of heav'n forlorn
From her high front hath torn; Hurling its glories to the foul abyss,
In meet eclipse, while the arch-fiend of God, Loos'd from his searing chains, shall wield the sov'reign rod.
The thousand years are past
For which his bonds should last,
"There is no God," he cries,
While impious shouts arise, And laughiug crouds appla id the hell-taught strain.
tt No God," with lips unpalsied they declare; 'Tossing their brands against the scorned domes of prayer*
Torn from its altar-stand
With sacrilegious hand,
On mystic wafers, flung
In scorn by heaps of dung,
And him who on the crucifix expir'd,
Was it for these accurst,
Great Angelo, that erst
That Raphael was not loth
The storied wall to cloathe
That Pergolesi told the mother's woe in wringing tones so sooth that seraphs lean'd to know t
As, when o'er guilty towns
Jehovah's anger frowns,
While priests with fault'ring tread,'
Their pale processions lead,
So was the holy city all aghast,
The saintly father flies
Where yet the lonely olive strives to grow:
Not the tiara's band,
Or harmless crosier'd hand,
Haste to the tomb! it waits thee long;
Avenging plagues of war
Affright the world afar;
The steeds so proudly dight,
Are pawing for the fight;
The widow's shriek, the orphan's tear,
Lo! the fell devil-forms
That play amid the storms—
Rape, who delights to rush
Where beams the virgin's blush;
Ere in the bishop's hoary hair
But not for aye shall reign
The hell-disgorged train:
Who, learn'd of Jesus' tongue,
To pardon human wrong,
Immortal Mercy dwells in safe retrea'.,
Then all the angel train
Shall visit earth again;
While the taught nations bend,
In holier pray'r to blend,
Force-shunning Freedom (hall appear
Long absent Justice then
Shall back return to men, With meas'ring look her scales and compass minding;
And Peace, with myrtle wand,
Shall take no fleeting stand,
And orb a rainbow through the azure sky,
So when the seven-mouth'd tide
Withdraws his waters wide,
Emerging groves are seen,
Enrob'd in springing green,
And as the oozy billows sink, Young flow'rs and waving blades dance on the fragrant brink.
Far from their impious dens, Within the Memphian fanes,
And joyous crouds with sport and song, Stroll where the levelling stream trail'd its slow width along.
BELLUM ET LIBERTAS.
Hail to the trumpet's blast!
O'er Albion's hills the martial clangour past,
Shall Love the Warriors arms entwine;Bid Pomp her pageant state give o'er, And Peace her silver reign resign.
Freedom! to thee we consecrate the toil;
No victor's rage, no kingdom's tempting spoil,