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The DAY of JUDGMENT,
By Mr. OGILVIE..
From the FIRST BOOK.
NOME, heav'nly múse, my raptur'd foul inspire,
Touch with one beam of thy celestial fire,
A foul, that rifing with sublime delight
The victor's pomp, and all the scenes of war:
Thou, whofe hands the bolted thunder form,
Whose wings the whirlwind, and whofe breath the
Tremendous God! this wond'ring bofom raife,
To fofter regions, and unclouded day,
Pafs the long tracks where darting lightnings glow, Or trembling view the boiling deeps below;
Lead thro' the dubious maze, direct the whole, Lend heav'nly aid to my transported foul," Teach ev'ry nobler power to guide my tongue, And touch the heart, while thou infpir'ft the fong. 'Twas at the hour, when midnight ghofts affume Some frightful shape, and sweep along the gloom; When the pale spectre burfts upon the view; When fancy paints the fading taper blue; When fmiling virtue refts, nor dreads a foe; And flumber shuts the weeping eyes of woe: "Twas then, amid the filence of the night, A graceful feraph flood before my fight, And blaz'd meridian day-the rocking ground Flam'd as he mov'd, and totter'd as he frown'd. As fome vaft meteor, whofe expanded glare Shoots a long ftream that brightens all the air, So flam'd his burning eyes:-earth heard and shook When from his lips thefe dreadful accents broke: "Now is that hour, when at th' Almighty's call, "Surrounding flames fhall melt the yielding ball; "When
"When worlds muft blaze amid the general fire, "And funs and ftars with all their hofts expire.
The long-delay'd, th' important day is come, "(All nature quake with terror at the doom.) For which creation rofe fupremely fair,
Each world was launch'd, and hung upon the air, "O'er fyftem fyftem roll'd, a fhining throng, "And mov'd in filent harmony along.
"That hour is come, when God himself fhall rife, Sublime in wrath, and rend the burning fkies; "Arreft the boundless planets, as they roll, "And burft the labouring earth from pole to pole; "Bid hell's remote dominions hear and shake, "While nature finks, and all the dead awake." Warm'd as he fpoke, I felt th' enliv'ning ray; Then loos'd from earth, triumphing foar'd away: We mount at once, and, lighter than the wind, Left, as we flew, the diftant clouds behind. Then far remov'd beheld th' abodes below, And wait in deep fufpenfe the impending blow. Now o'er the brightning caft Aurora fpread, And ting'd the blufhing cloud with morning red; The hill's proud fummit caught the waving gleam: The pale ray trembled on the quiv'ring fream; Then opening gradual from the fhades of night The cloud-topt foreft fhone with dawning light;
Serene the beauteous landscape rofe to view,
The mead's green mantle wet with spangling dew, The gay-rob'd flow'rs that glow'd with heighten'd
And bow'ring dales, and groves that breath'd perfume.
Nor burfts the rushing wind, nor prattling fhow'r :
Or tow'r's dim top that touch'd the bending skies;
Where flits the night-bird thro' the glimm'ring ifle:
Or fall'n Persepolis that defert lay!
Or Balbec's fanes that catch'd the quiv'ring ray!
The fountain bubbling thro' the mofs-clad hill,
Gay meads, and pointed rocks, and purling streams