Not here and there a country, but a world: Dispatching at a wide-extended blow Entire mankind; and for their sakes defacing A whole creation's beauty with rude hands; Blasting the foodful grain, the loaded branches, Of all thy horrors?-Pregnant womb of ills! That toads and serpents of most deadly kind VARIATIONS. At once dispatching wholesale at a blow. Of thy intrinsic filth! Big-bellied ill! Of every size and symptom, racking pains, And bluest plagues, are thine.—See! how the fiend Profusely scatters the contagion round! Whilst deep-mouth'd slaughter, bellowing at her heels, Shapes out new work of great uncommon daring, But hold! I've gone too far; too much discover'd My father's nakedness, and nature's shame. O'er all those ample deserts death hath spread, The veriest gluttons do not always cram ; Some intervals of abstinence are sought To edge the appetite: Thou seekest none. As if diseases, massacres, and poison, Famine, and war, were not thy caterers. VARIATIONS. But ah! 'tis otherwise, thou gap'st for more, Like one that is defrauded of his meals. And gives the keenest edge unto his cravings. But know, that thou must render up thy dead, And with high int'rest too. They are not thine; But only in thy keeping for a season, Till the great promis'd day of restitution; When loud diffusive sound from brazen trump Of strong-lung'd cherub, shall alarm thy captives, And rouse the long, long sleepers into life, Day-light, and liberty. Then must thy gates fly open, and reveal The mines that lay long forming under ground, In their dark cells immur'd; but now full ripe, And pure as silver from the crucible, That twice has stood the torture of the fire And inquisition of the forge.-We know, Th' illustrious deliverer of mankind, The Son of God, thee foil'd.-Him in thy power Thou could'st not hold:-self-vigorous he rose, And, shaking off thy fetters, soon retook Those spoils, his voluntary yielding lent: (Sure pledge of our releasement from thy thrall!) Twice twenty days he sojourn'd here on earth, And shew'd himself alive to chosen witnesses, By proofs so strong, that the most slow-assenting Had not a scruple left.-This having done, He mounted up, to heav'n.Methinks! I see him Climb the aerial heights, and glide along Athwart the severing clouds: but the faint eye, VARIATIONS. Those spoils that were but thine by his tame yielding. and with great steps Stride o'er the pillar'd clouds. But, &c. |