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Upon the battle field, or under ocean's waves;
Or were conducted home in single state,
And long procession—there to lie,
Where their sons' sons, and all posterity, 85
Unheard by them, their deeds shall celebrate!

IV.

Nor will the God of peace and love
Such martial service disapprove.
He guides the Pestilence—the cloud
Of locusts travels on his breath; 90

The region that in hope was ploughed
His drought consumes, his mildew taints with
death;
He springs the hushed Volcano's mine,
He puts the Earthquake on her still design,
Darkens the sun, hath bade the forest sink, 95
And, drinking towns and cities, still can drink
Cities and towns—'tis Thou—the work is

Thine!— The fierce Tornado sleeps within Thy courts— He hears the word—he flies— And navies perish in their ports; 100 For Thou art angry with Thine enemies!

For these, and mourning for our errors, And sins, that point their terrors, We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud And magnify Thy name, Almighty God! 105 But Man is Thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent; Thou cloth'st the wicked in their dazzling mail, And for Thy righteous purpose they prevail; Thine arm from peril guards the coasts Of them who in Thy laws delight: 111 Thy presence turns the scale of doubtful fight, Tremendous God of battles, Lord of Hosts!

V.

Forbear:—to Thee—
Father and Judge of all, with fervent tongue

But in a gentler strain 116

Of contemplation, by no sense of wrong,
(Too quick and keen) incited to disdain
Of pity pleading from the heart in vain—

To Thee—To Thee, 120

Just God of christianised Humanity,
Shall praises be poured forth, and thanks ascend,
That Thou hast brought our warfare to an end,
And that we need no second victory!
Blest, above measure blest, 125

If on Thy love our Land her hopes shall rest,
And all the Nations labour to fulfil
Thy law, and live henceforth in peace, in pure

good wil1.

1816.

XLVI.

ODE.

THE MORNING OF THE DAY - APPOINTED FOR A GENERAL THANKSGIVING. JANUARY 18, 1816.

I.

Hail, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night!
Thou that canst shed the bliss of gratitude
On hearts howe'er insensible or rude;
Whether thy punctual visitations smite
The haughty towers where monarchs dwell; 5
Or thou, impartial Sun, with presence bright
Gheer'st the low threshold of the peasant's cell!
Not unrejoiced I see thee climb the sky
In naked splendour, clear from mist or haze,
Or cloud approaching to divert the rays, 1 o
Which even in deepest winter testify
Thy power and majesty,

Dazzling the vision that presumes to gaze. —Well does thine aspect usher in this Day; As aptly suits therewith that modest pace 15

Submitted to the chains That bind thee to the path which God ordains

That thou shalt trace, Till, with the heavens and earth, thou pass away! Nor less, the stillness of these frosty plains, 20 Their utter stillness, and the silent grace Of yon ethereal summits white with snow, (Whose tranquil pomp and spotless purity

Report of storms gone by

To us who tread below), 25

Do with the service of this Day accord.
—Divinest Object which the uplifted eye
Of mortal man is suffered to behold;
Thou, who upon those snow-clad Heights has

poured
Meek lustre, nor forget'st the humble Vale; 30
Thou who dost warm Earth's universal mould
And for thy bounty wert not unadored

By pious men of old; Once more, heart-cheering Sun, I bid thee hail Bright be thy course to-day, let not this promise fail! 35

11. 'Mid the deep quiet of this morning hour, AH nature seems to hear me while I speak, By feelings urged that do not vainly seek Apt language, ready as the tuneful notes That stream in blithe succession from the throats 40

Of birds, in leafy bower, Warbling a farewell to a vernal shower, —There is a radiant though a short-lived flame, That burns for Poets in the dawning east;

And oft my soul hath kindled at the same, 45
When the captivity of sleep had ceased;
But He who fixed immovably the frame
Of the round world, and built, by laws as strong,
A solid refuge for distress—
The towers of righteousness; 50

He knows that from a holier altar came
The quickening spark of this day's sacrifice;
Knows that the source is nobler whence dotb
rise
The current of this matin song;

That deeper far it lies 5 5

Than aught dependent on the fickle skies.

m. Have we not conquered?—by the vengeful sword? Ah no, by dint of Magnanimity; That curbed the baser passions, and left free A loyal band to follow their liege Lord 60

Clear-sighted Honour, and his staid Compeers,
Along a track of most unnatural years;
In execution of heroic deeds
Whose memory, spotless as the crystal beads
Of morning dew upon the untrodden meads, 65
Shall live enrolled above the starry spheres.
He, who in concert with an earthly string

Of Britain's acts would sing,

He with enraptured voice will tell Of One whose spirit no reverse could quell; 70 Of One that 'mid the failing never failed— Who paints how Britain struggled and prevailed Shall represent her labouring with an eye

Of circumspect humanity; Shall show her clothed with strength and skill

All martial duties to fulfil; 76

Firm as a rock in stationary fight;

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In motion rapid as the lightning's gleam;
Fierce as a flood-gate bursting at mid night
To rouse the wicked from their giddy dream—
Woe, woe to all that face her in the field! 81
Appalled she may not be, and cannot yield.

IV.

And thus is missed the sole true glory
That can belong to human story!
At which they only shall arrive 85

Who through the abyss of weakness dive.
The very humblest are too proud of heart;
And one brief day is rightly set apart
For Him who lifteth up and layeth low;
For that Almighty G-od to whom we owe, 90
Say not that we have vanquished—but that we
survive.

v. How dreadful the dominion of the impure! Why should the Song be tardy to proclaim That less than power unbounded could not tame That soul of Evil—which, from Hell let loose, 95 Had filled the astonished world with such abuse As boundless patience only could endure? —Wide-wasted regions—cities wrapt in flame— Who sees, may lift a streaming eye To Heaven;—who never saw, may heave a sigh; But the foundation of our nature shakes, 101 And with an infinite pain the spirit aches, When desolated countries, towns on fire,

Are but the avowed attire Of warfare waged with desperate mind 105

Against the life of virtue in mankind

Assaulting without ruth

The citadels of truth;
While the fair gardens of civility,

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