Self-wandering through the noon, the night, they glide, Voiceless-a voice the power all-wise denied: DISPENSATIONS OF PROVIDENCE TO THE JUST AND THE UNJUST. WITH crooked judgments, lo! the oath's dread ر God Avenging runs, and tracks them where they trod. Rough are the ways of Justice as the sea, Dragg'd to and fro by men's corrupt decree: Bribe-pamper'd men! whose hands perverting draw The right aside and warp the wrested law. Though, while corruption on their sentence waits, And musters evils o'er their sinful heads. They and their cities flourish; genial Peace Dwells in their borders, and their youth increase; Nor Jove, whose radiant eyes behold afar Hangs forth in Heaven the signs of grievous war. Nor dearth nor scath the upright just pursues; Feasts all their care; while earth abundance strews. Rich are their mountain oaks: the topmost tree But o'er the wicked race, to whom belong Bids the dark signs of retribution rise: The crimes of one are visited on all. The God sends down his angry plagues from high, Again in vengeance of his wrath he falls On their great hosts, and breaks their tottering walls; Scatters their ships of war; and where the sea Heaves high its mountain billows, there is he. Ponder, oh judges! in your inmost thought The retribution by his vengeance wrought. Invisible the Gods are ever nigh, Pass through the midst and bend th' all-seeing eye: The men who grind the poor, who wrest the right, Awless of Heaven's revenge, are naked to their sight. For thrice ten thousand holy Demons rove Driven by despiteful wrong she takes her seat, There of the soul unjust her plaints ascend; That the foul record may no more be seen, Erased, forgotten, as it ne'er had been! |