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Yet shall thy grave with rising flowers be dressid,
So peaceful rests, without a stone, a name,
Poets themselves must fall like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue. Er'n he, whose soul now melts in mournful lays, Shall shortly want the generous tear he pays; Then from his closing eyes thy form sball part, And the last pang shall tear thee from his heart; Life's idle business at one gasp be o'er, The muse forgot, and thou beloy'd no more!
ODE ON ST. CECILIA'S DAY.
DESCEND: ye Nine! descend and sing ;
The breathing instruments inspire,
Exulting in triumph now swell the bold notes,
O'er all the dreary coasts ! Dreadful gleams, Dismal screams, Fires that glow, Sbrieks of woe, Sullen moans, Hollow groans, And cries of tortur'd ghosts ! But, hark! he strikes the golden lyre; And, see! the tortur'd ghosts respire; See, shady forms advance ! Thy stone, O Sisyphus ! stands still, Ixion rests upon his wheel, And the pale spectres dance; The furies sink upon their iron beds, And snakes uncurl'd hang listening round their heads. By the streams that ever flow, By the fragrant winds that blow O'er the' Elysian flowers; By those happy souls who dwell In yellow meads of asphodel, Or amaranthine bowers; By the heroes armed shades, Glittering through the gloomy glades; By the youths that died for love, Wandering in the myrtle grove, Restore, restore Eurydice to life; Oh, take the husband, or return the wife! He sung, and hell consented To hear the poet's pray'r: Stern Proserpine relented, And gave him back the fair. Thus song could prevail O'er death and o'er hell, A conquest how hard and how glorious ! Though fate had fast bound her, With Styx nine times round her, Yet music and love were victorious. But soon, too soon, the lover turns his eyes; Again she falls, again she dies, she dies !
How wilt thou now the fatal sisters move? No crime was thine, if 'tis no crime to love. Now under hanging mountains, Beside the falls of fountains, Or where Hebrus wanders, Rolling in meanders, All alone, Unheard, unknown, He makes his moan ; And calls her ghost, For ever, ever, ever lost! Now with furies surrounded, Despairing, confounded, He trembles, he glows, Amidst Rhodope's snows: See, wild as the winds o'er the desert he flies; Hark! Hæmus resounds with the Bacchanals' criesAh see, he dies ! Yet ev'n in death Eurydice he sung, Eurydice still trembled on his tongue; Eurydice the woods, Eurydice the floods, Eurydice the rocks and hollow mountains rung. Music the fiercest grief can charm, And fate's severest.rage disarm : Music can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please : Our joys below it can improve, And antedate the bliss above. This the divine Cecilia found, And to her Maker's praise confind the sound. When the full organ joins the tuneful quire, The' immortal pow'rs incline their ear; Borne on the swelling notes our souls aspire, While solemn airs improve the sacred fire, And angels lean from Heav'n to hear. Of Orpheus now no more let poets tell; To bright Cecilia greater pow'r is giv'n: His numbers rais'd a shade from hell, Her's lift the soul to Heav'n.
A Sacred Eclogué. Y . nymphs of Solyma ! begin the
song: To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong. The mossy fountains, and the silvan shades, The dreams of Pindus, and the Aonian maids, Delight no more-0 thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire!
Rapt into future times, the bard begun : A virgin shall conceive, a virgin bear a son! From Jesse's root behold a branch arise, Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills the skies: The etherial spirit o'er its leaves shall move, And on its top descends the mystic dove. Ye heavens! from high the dewy nectar pour, And in soft silence shed the kindly show'r ! The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid, From storms a shelter, and from heat a shade. All crimes shall cease, and ancient fr. ud shall fail; Returning Justice lift aloft her scale ; Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend, And white-rob'd Innocence from Heav'n descend. Swift fly the years, and rise the expected morn! O spring to light, auspicious babe! be born. See Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, With all the incense of the breathing spring; See lofty Lebanon his head advance, See nodding forests on the mountains dance: See spicy clouds from lowly Saron rise, And Carmel's flowery top perfumes the skies ! Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers : Prepare the way! a God, a God appears ! A God, a God! the vocal hills reply; The rocks proclaim the approaching Deity. Lo, earth receives him from the bending skies! Sink down, ye mountains, and, ye vallies, rise; Vol. II.