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Or, in his words who damn'd the base desire,
Suffering the vengeance of eternal fire :
Then Nature injured, scandalized, defiled,
Unveil'd her blushing cheek, look'd on, and smiled;
Bebeld with joy the lovely scene defaced,
And praised the wrath that laid her beauties waste.

Par be the thought from any verse of mine,
And farther still the forni'd and fix'd design,
To thrust the charge of deeds that I detest,
Against an innocent, unconscious breast :
The man that dares traduce, because he can
With safety to himself, is not a man:
An individual is a sacred mark,
Not to be pierced in play, or in the dark;
But public censure speaks a public foe,
Unless a zeal for virtue guide the blow.

The priestly brotherhood, devout, sincere,
Prom mean self-int'rest and ambition clear,
Their hope in Heaven, servility their scorn,
Prompt to persuade, expostulate, and warn,
Their wisdom pure, and given them from above,
Their usefulness ensured by zeal and love,
As meek as the man Moses, and withal
As bold as in Agrippa's presence Paul,
Should fly the world's contaminating touch,
Holy and unpolluted :-are thine such ?
Except a few, with Eli's spirit bless'd,
Hophni and Phinehas may describe the rest.

Where shall a teacher look, in days like these.
For ears and hearts, that he can hope to please i
Look to the poor-the simple and the plain
Will hear perhaps thy salutary strain:
Humility is gentle, apt to learn,
Speak but the word, will listen and return.
Alas! not so: the poorest of the flock
Are proud, and set their faces as a rock;
Denied that earthly opulence they choose,
God's better gift they scofl at and refuse.
The rich, the produce of a nobler stem,
Are more intelligent at least-try them.
On vain inquiry! they without remorse
Aro altogether gone a devious course;

Where beckoning Pleasure leads them, wildly strey, Have burst the bands, and cast the yoke away.

Now borne upon the wings of truth sublime, Review thy dim original and prime. This island, spot of unreclaim'd rude earth, The cradle that received thee at thy birth, Was rock'd by many a rough Norwegian blast, And Danish howlings scared thee as they pass’d: For thou wast born amid the din of arms, And suck'd a breast that panted with alarm3. While yet thou wast a grovelling puling chit, Thy bones not fashion'd, and thy joints not knit, The Roman taught thy stubborn knee to bow, Though twice a Cæsar could not bend thee now: His victory was that of orient light, When the sun's shafts disperse the gloom of night. Thy language at this distant moment shews How much the country to the conqueror owes; Expressive, energetic, and refined, It sparkles with the gems he left behina : He brought thy land a blessing when he came; He found thee savage and he left thee tame; Taught thee to clothe thy pink'd and painted bide And grace thy figure with a soldier's pride; He sow'd the seeds of order where he went, Improved thee far beyond his own intent; And while he ruled thee by the sword alone, Made thee at last a warrior like his own. Religion, if in heavenly truths attired, Needs only to be seen to be admired ; But thine, as dark as witcheries of the night, Was form’d to harden hearts and shock the sight, Thy Druids struck the well-strung harps they bore With fingers deeply dyed in human gore; And while the victim slowly bled to death, Upon the rolling chords rung out his dying breath.

Who brought the lamp, that with awaking beams Dispellid thy gloom, and broke away thy dreams, Tradition, now decrepit and worn out, Babbler of ancient fables, leaves a doubt: But still light reach'd thee; and those gods of thine, Woden and Thor, each tottering in his shrine,

THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY

ASTO?, LENOX AND TILDAN FOUNDATIONS.

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