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Deaf to the bigot's frantic voice,
Her unpolluted stream along,
(Each precept into action brought),
The liberal maxims you have taught ?. A transport this, superior far To all the bliss th' exulting conqueror feels, . When crowds triumphant hail him from the war,
And conquer'd nations crouch beneath his wheels.
Oft as those favour'd haunts among,
Your youthful bard delighted roves,
That breathes along the list’ning groves;
A sacred influence breathes around;
He fondly grasps the vast design.
Their claims, and check the rising strain ;
The dull, the giddy, and the vain:
Thus echoing through the rural bow'rs,
tell his r
OX THE USE OF POETRY.
On life's wide scene to play:
If Fortune close the way.
Yet still the self-de;ending soul,
His proper sphere commands;
The rank in which he stands.
Who train'd by laws the future age,
Of partial, factious power,
Didst rule my natal hour.
Though not with public terrors crown'd,
More lasting his award.
Lycurgus fashion'd Sparta's fame,
Gave universal sway:
And tongues and climes obey.
And thus when William's acts divine
Draw one vindictive vow;
No more than Brutus now;
Yet then shall Shakspeare's powerful art
Confirm his awful throne:
Here deign to take his hallow'd stand;
His pinions cloth'd with downy gold;
And you, ye host of saints, for ye have known Each dreary path in life's perplexing maze,
Though now ye circle yon.eternal throne
Will not your train descend in radiant state,
of Fate ?
No train of radiant saints descend.
So TRUTH proclaims. I hear the sacred sound
crown’d: A bright sun clasps her adamantine zone.
So TRUTH proclaims; her awful voice I hear; With many a solemn pause it slowly meets my ear.
Attend, ye sons of men ! attend, and say, Does not enough of my refulgent ray
Break through the veil of your mortality ?
Say, does not reason in this form descry
But emulates the dianiond's blaze,
Whose breath the hyacinth's perfume,
Shall she be deem'd my rival? Shall a form Of elemental dross, of mould’ring clay,
Vie with these charmıs imperial? The poor worm
Shall pass, and she is gone : while I appear
Know, mortals, know, ere first ye sprung,
I shone amid the heavenly throng;
This voice began the choral lay,
Pleas'd I survey'dbright Nature's gradual birth,
Soft vernalfragrance clothe the flow'ring earth, And ocean heave on its extended bed;
Saw the tall pine aspiring pierce the sky, The tawny lion stalk, the rapid eagle fly.
Last, man arose, erect in youthful grace,
And, as he rose, the high behest was giv'n,