Expanded shine with azure, green, and gold; One feather as he flew; I then had wrote, Dare I presume, then? But PHILANDER bids; Or, in some mighty ruin's solemn shade; And enter, awed, the temple of my theme. The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileged beyond the common walk You see the man; you see his hold on heaven: If sound his virtue; as PHILANDER'S, sound. A lecture, silent, but of sovereign power! And greater still, the more the tyrant frowns. Through nature's wreck, through vanquish'd agonies (Like the stars struggling through this midnight gloom), What gleams of joy! what more than human peace! Richer than Mammon's for his single heir. How our hearts burn'd within us at the scene! Whence this brave bound o'er limits fix'd to man? His God sustains him in his final hour! His final hour brings glory to his God! Man's glory heaven vouchsafes to call her own. We gaze, we weep; mix'd tears of grief and joy! Amazement strikes! devotion bursts to flame! Christians adore! and infidels believe! As some tall tower, or lofty mountain's brow, At that black hour, which general horror sheds. Sweet peace, and heavenly hope, and humble joy, Destruction gild, and crown him for the skies, |