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“Foes of mankind ! (her guardian spirits say)
Revolving ages bring the bitter day,
When Heaven's unerring arm shall fall on you,
And blood for blood these Indian plains bedew;
Nine times have Brama's wheels of lightning hurled
His awful presence o’er the alarmed world! (0)
Nine times hath Guilt, through all his giant frame,
Convulsive trembled as the Mighty came !
Nine times hath suffering Mercy spared in vain-
But Heaven shall burst her starry gates again ;
He comes ! dread Brama shakes the sunless sky
With murmuring wrath, and thunders from on high!
Heaven's fiery horse, beneath his warrior form,
Paws the light clouds, and gallops on the storm!
Wide waves his flickering sword, his bright arms glow
Like summer suns, and light the world below!
Earth, and her trembling isles in Ocean's bed
Are shook, and Nature rocks beneath his tread.

“To pour redress on India's injured realm,
The oppressor to dethrone, the proud to whelm ;
To chase destruction from her plundered shore,
With arts and arms that triumphed once before,
The tenth Avater comes ! at Heaven's command
Shall Seriswattee (p) wave her hallowed wand !
And Camdeo bright! and Genesa sublime,
Shall bless with joy their own propitious clime !
Come, Heavenly Powers ! primeval peace restore !
Love !—Mercy !-Wisdom! rule for ever more !"






APOSTROPHE to the power of Love-its intimate connexion with generous and social Sensibility--allusion to that beautiful passage in the beginning of the book of Genesis, which represents the happiness of Paradise itself incomplete, till love was superadded to its other blessings--the dreams of future felicity which a lively imagination is apt to cherish, when Hope is animated by refined attachment—this disposition to combine, in one imaginary scene of residence, all that is pleasing in our estimate of happiness, compared to the skill of the great artist, who personified perfect beauty, in the picture of Venus, by an assemblage of the most beautiful features he could find a summer and winter evening described, as they may be supposed to arise in the mind of one who wishes, with enthusiasm, for the union of friendship and retirement.

.Hope and imagination inseparable agents—even in those contemplative moments when our imagination wanders beyond the boundaries of this world, our minds are not unattended with an impression that we shall some day have a wider and distinct prospect of the universe, instead of the partial glimpse we now enjoy.

The last and most sublime influence of Hope, is the con cluding topic of the Poem,--the predominance of a belief in a future state over the terrors aitendant on dissolution the baneful influence of that sceptical philosophy which bars us from such comforts—allusion to the fate of a suicide-Episode of Conrad and Ellenore-Conclusion.




In joyous youth, what soul hath never known Thought, feeling, taste, harmonious to its own? Who hath not paused while Beauty's pensive eye Asked from his heart the homage of a sigh? Who hath not owned with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a raizie?

There be, perhaps, who barren hearts avow, Cold as the rocks on Torneo's hoary brow; There be, whose loveless wisdom never failed, In self-adoring pride securely mailed ;But, triumph not, ye peace-enamoured few ! Fire, Nature, Genius, never dwelt with you i For you no fancy consecrates the scene Where rapture uttered vows, and wept between ; 'Tis yours, unmoved to sever and to meet; No pledge is sacred, and no home is sweet!

Who that would ask a heart to dulness wed, The waveless calm, the slumber of the dead? No; the wild bliss of Nature needs alloy, And care and sorrow fan the fire of joy ! And say, without our hopes, without our fears, Without the home that plighted love endears, Without the smiles from partial beauty won, O! what were man ?-a world without a sun!

Till Hymen brought his love-delighted hour, There dwelt no joy in Eden's rosy bow'r!


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