Of an invader? is it they, or ye, That to each host the mountain-gate unbar, In a soil where the mothers bring forth men : Of the poor reptile which preserves its sting Are ye not brave? Yes, yet the Ausonian soil bring Against Oppression; but how vain the toil, While still Division sows the seeds of woe And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee, copes; What is there wanting then to set thee free, Unite. From THE SAME.-CANTO IV. WITHIN the ages which before me pass Ye shall be taught by Ruin to revive In Roman works wrought by Italian hands, Such as all flesh shall flock to kneel in ne'er Such sight hath been unfolded by a door As this, to which all nations shall repair And lay their sins at this huge gate of heaven. And the bold Architect unto whose care G The daring charge to raise it shall be given, Whom all hearts shall acknowledge as their lord, His chisel bid the Hebrew, at whose word The stream of his great thoughts shall spring from me, Amidst the clash of swords, and clang of helms, Shall be the Age of Beauty, and while whelms, The genius of my country shall arise, A Cedar towering o'er the Wilderness, Lovely in all its branches to all eyes, Fragrant as fair, and recognised afar, Wafting its native incense through the skies. Sovereigns shall pause amidst their sport of war, Wean'd for an hour from blood, to turn and gaze On canvas or on stone; and they who mar All beauty upon earth, compell'd to praise, Shall feel the power of that which they destroy; And Art's mistaken gratitude shall raise But free; who sweats for monarchs is no more Than the gilt chamberlain, who, clothed and fee'd, Stands sleek and slavish, bowing at his door. 2 SAINT PETER sat by the celestial gate: The devils had ta'en a longer, stronger pull, And "a pull altogether," as they say At sea-which drew most souls another way. The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er th' ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale. |