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His orb expanded through a dreary haze,

“ Amidst this war of elements, within And, circled with a red portentous zone,

More dreadful grew the sacrifice of sin, He look'd in sickly horror from his throne;

Whose victim on his bed of torture lay, The vital air was still; the torrid beat

Breathing the slow remains of life away. Oppress'd our hearts, that labour'd hard to beat. Erewhile, victorious faith sublimer rose When higher noon had shrunk the lessening shade, Beneath the pressure of collected woes: Thence to his home our father we convey'd, But now bis spirit waver’d, went and came, And stretch'd him, pillow'd with his latest sheaves, Like the loose vapour of departing flame, On a fresh couch of green and fragrant leaves. Till at the point, when comfort seem'd to die Here, though his sufferings through the glen were For ever in his fix'd unclosing eye, known,

Bright through the smouldering ashes of the mu. We chose to watch his dying bed alone,

The saint brake forth, and Adam thus began:
Eve, Seth, and I. - In vain he sigh'd for rest,
And oft his meek complainings thus express'd:

“Oye that shudder at this awful strife, - Blow on me, wind! I faint with beat! O bring

This wrestling agony of death and life, Delicious water from the deepest spring;

Think not that He, on whom my soul is caste

Will leave me thus forsaken to the last;
Your sunless shadows o'er my limbs diffuse,
Ye cedars! wash me cold with midnight dews.

Nature's infirmity alone you see ;
-Cheer me, my friends! with looks of kindness

My chains are breaking, I shall soon be free; Whisper a word of comfort in mine ear; [cheer;

Though firm in God the spirit holds her trus, Those sorrowing faces fill my soul with gloom;

The flesh is frail, and trembles into dust. This silence is the silence of the tomb.

Horror and anguish seize me;-'tis the hour Thither I hasten; help me on my way;

Of darkness, and I mourn beneath its power; Osing to sooth me, and to strengthen pray!'

The Tempter plies me with his direst art, We sang 10 sooth him,-hopeless was the song;

I feel the Serpent coiling round my heart; We pray'd to strengthen him,-he grew not strong.

He stirs the wound he once inflicted there, In vain from every herb, and fruit, and flower,

Instils the deadening poison of despair, Of cordial sweetness, or of healing power,

Belies the truth of God's delaying grace, We press'd the virtue; no terrestrial balm

And bids me curse my Maker to his face. Nature's dissolving agony could calm.

-I will not curse Him, though his grace delay; Thus as the day declined, the fell disease

I will not cease to trust Him, though he slay;

Full on his promised mercy I rely,
Eclipsed the light of life by slow degrees :
Yet while his pangs grew sharper, more resign'd,

For God hath spoken,God, who cannot lie.
More self-collected, grew the sufferer's mind;

- Thou, of my faith the Author and the Eod! Patient of heart, though rack'd at every pore,

Mine early, late, and everlasting friend! The righteous penalty of sin he bore;

The joy, that once thy presence gare, restore Not his the fortitude that mocks at pains,

Ere I am summon'd hence, and seen no more: But that which feels them most, and yet sustains.

Down to the dust returns this earthly frame, - Tis just, 'tis merciful,' we heard him say;

Receive my spirit, Lord! from whorp it cane; " Yet wherefore hath he turn'd his face away?

Rebuke the Tempter, shew thy power to save, I see him not; I hear him not; I call;

O let thy glory light me to the grave, My God! my God! support me, or I fall.'

That these, who witness my departing breath,

May learn to triumph in the grasp of death.' “ The sun went down, amidst an angry glare “ He closed his eyelids with a tranquil sails, Of flushing clouds, that crimson'd all the air;

And seem'd to rest in silent prayer awhile: The winds brake loose; the forest boughs were torn, Around his couch with filial awe we koeeld, And dark aloof the eddying foliage borne;

When suddenly a light from heaven rereald Cattle to shelter scudded in affright;

A spirit, that stood within the unopen'd door, The florid evening vanish’d into night:

The sword of God in his right hand he bere; Then burst the hurricane upon the vale,

His countenance was lightning, and his vest In peals of thunder, and thick-vollied hail;

Like snow at sun-rise on the mountain's crest; Prone rushing rains with torrents whelm'd the land,

Yet so benignly beautiful his forin, Our cot amidst a river seem'd to stand;

His presence stillid the fury of the storm; Around its base, the foamy-crested streams

At once the winds retire, the waters cease; Flaslı'd through the darkness to the lightning's

His look was love, his salutation, - Peace!" gleams;

[ground, With monstrous throes an earthquake heaved the « Our mother first beheld him, sore amazed, The rocks were rent, the mountains trembled round; But terror grew to transport, while she gazed: Never since nature into being came,

- 'Tis he, the Prince of Seraphim, who drore Had such mysterious motion shook her frame; Our banish'd feet from Eden's happy grore; We thought, ingulpht in floods, or wrapt in fire, Adam, my life, my spouse, awake!' she cried; The world itself would perish with our sire. • Return to Paradise; behold thy guide!

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O let me follow in this dear embrace!'

He call'd the elements, earth, ocean, air, She sank, and on his bosom hid her face.

He callid them when they were not, and they were: Adam look'd up; his visage changed its hue, He look'd through space, and kindling o'er the sky, Transform'd into an angel's at the view:

Sun, moon, and stars came forth to meet his eye: 'I come!' he cried, with faith's full triumph fired, His spirit moved upon the desert earth, And in a sigh of ecstacy expired.

And sudden life through all things swarm’d to birth; The light was vanislı’d, and the vision fled;

Man from the dust he raised to rule the whole; We stood alone, the living with the dead;

He breathed, and man became a living soul : The ruddy embers, glimmering round the room, Through Eden's groves the Lord of Nature trod, Display'd the corpse amidst the solemn gloom; Upright and pure, the image of his God. But o'er the scene a holy calm reposed,

Thus were the heavens and all their host display'd, The gate of heaven had open’d there, and closed. In wisdom thus were earth's foundations laid;

The glorious scene a holy sabbath closed, “Eve's faithfularm still clasp'd her lifeless spouse; Amidst his works the Omnipotent reposed: Gently I shook it, from her trance to rouse ;

And while he view'd, and bless'd them from his seat, She gave no answer; motionless and cold,

All worlds, all beings worshipt at his feet: It fell like clay from my relaxing hold;

The morning stars in choral concert sang, Alarm’d, I lifted up the locks of grey

The rolling deep with hallelujahs rang, That hid her cheek; her soul had pass'd away: Adoring angels from their orbs rejoice, A beauteous corse she graced her partner's side; The voice of music was Creation's voice. Love bound their lives, and death could not divide."

“ • Alone along the lyre of nature sigh'd

The master-chord, to which no chord replied ; THE EFFECT OF MUSIC ON CAIN.

while bliss and beauty reign'd around,

For man alone, no fellowship was found, " I love thee, twilight! as thy shadows roll,

No fond companion, in whose dearer breast, The calm of evening steals upon my soul,

His heart, repining in his own, might rest; Sublimely tender, solemnly serene,

For, born to love, the heart delights to roam,
Still as the hour, enchanting as the scene.

A kindred bosom is its happiest home.
I love thee, twilight! for thy gleams impart On earth's green lap, the father of mankind,
Their dear, their dying influence to my heart, In mild dejection, thoughtfully reclined;
When o'er the harp of thought thy passing wind Soft o'er his eyes a sealing slumber crept,
Awakens all the music of the mind,

And fancy soothed him while reflection slept. And joy and sorrow, as the spirit burns,

ThenGod—who thus would make his counsel known, And hope and memory sweep the chords by turns, Counsel that will'd not man to dwell alone, While contemplation, on seraphic wings,

Created woman with a smile of grace, Mounts with the flame of sacrifice, and sings.

And left the smile that made her on her face. Twilight! I love thee; let thy glooms increase

The patriarch's eyelids open'd on his bride, Till every feeling, every pulse is peace;

- The morn of beauty risen from his side! Slow from the sky the light of day declines, Clearer within the dawn of glory shines,

He gazed with new-born rapture on her charms,

And love's first whispers won her to his arms. Revealing, in the hour of nature's rest,

Then, tuned through all the clords supremely sweet, A world of wonders in the poet's breast :

Exulting nature found her lyre complete, Deeper, O twilight! then thy shadows roll,

And from the key of each harmonious sphere An awful vision opens on my soul.

Struck music worthy of her Maker's ear.' “ On such an evening, so divinely calm,

“ Here Jubal paused; for grim before him lay, The woods all melody, the breezes balm,

Couch'd like a lion watching for his prey,
Down in a vale, where lucid waters stray'd, With blood-red eye of fascinating fire,
And mountain-cedars stretcht their downward Fix'd like the gazing serpent's on the lyre,
shade,

An awful form, that through the gloom appear'd, Jubal, the prince of song (in youth unknown)

Half brute, half human; whose terrific beard, Retired to commune with his harp alone;

And hoary flakes of long dishevell’d hair, For still he nursed it, like a secret thought,

Like eagle's plumage rufled by the air, Long cherish'd and to late perfection wrought,- Veild a sad wreck of grandeur and of grace; And still with cunning hand, and curious ear, Limbs worn and wounded; a majestic face, Enrich'd, ennobled, and enlarged its sphere, Deep-plouglı’d by time, and ghastly pale with woes, Till he had compass’d, in that magic round, That goaded till remorse to madness rose. A soul of harmony, a heaven of sound.

Haunted by phantoms, he had fled his home, Then sang the minstrel, in his laurel bower, With savage beasts in solitude to roam; Of nature's origin, and music's power.

Wild as the waves, and wandering as the wind, - He spake, and it was done ;-Eternal night,

No art could tame him, and chains could bind : At God's command, awaken’d into light;

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Mildew and blast on his unshelter'd head;

As lions fierce, as forest-cedars tall, His brain was smitten by the sun at noon,

And terrible as torrents in their fall, [hurid, His heart was wither'd by the cold night-moon. Headlong from rocks through vales and vineyards

These men of prey laid waste the eastern world. “ 'Twas Cain, the sire of nations ;-Jubal knew His kindred looks, and tremblingly withdrew;

They taught their tributary hordes to wield (field,

The sword, red-flaming, through the death-strown He, darting like the blaze of sudden fire,

With strenuous arm the uprooted rock to throw, Leap'd o'er the space between, and grasp'd the lyre:

Glance the light arrow from the bounding bow, Sooner with life the struggling bard would part,

Whirl the broad shield to meet the darted stroke, And ere the fiend could tear it from his heart,

And stand to combat, like the unyielding oak. He hurl'd his hand, with one tremendous stroke,

Then eye from eye with fell suspicion turn'd, O'er all the strings; whence in a whirlwind broke

In kindred breasts unnatural hatred burn'd; Such tones of terror, dissonance, despair,

Brother met brother in the lists of strife, As till that hour had never jarr'd in air.

The son lay lurking for the father's life; Astonish'd into marble at the shock,

With rabid instinct, men who never knew Backward stood Cain, unconscious as a rock,

Each other's face before, each other slew; Cold, breathless, motionless through all his frame;

All tribes, all nations learn'd the fatal art, But soon his visage quicken’d into flame,

And every hand was arm’d to pierce a heart. When Jubal's hand the crashing jargon changed

Nor man alone the giant's might subdued ; To melting harmony, and nimbly ranged

- The camel, wean'd from quiet solitude, From chord to chord, ascending sweet and clear,

Grazed round their camps, or slow along the road,
Then rolling down in thunder on the ear;

Midst marching legions, bore the servile load.
With power the pulse of anguish to restrain,
And charm the evil spirit from the brain.

With flying forelock and dishevell'd mane,

They caught the wild steed prancing o'er the plain, “ Slowly recovering from that trance profound, For war or pastime rein'd his fiery force; Bewilder'd, touch'd, transported with the sound, Fleet as the wind he stretch'd along the course, Cain view'd himself, the bard, the earth, the sky, Or loudly neighing at the trumpet's sound, While wonder flash'd and faded in his eye,

With hoofs of thunder smote the indented ground. And reason, by alternate frenzy crost,

The enormous elephant obey'd their will, Now seem'd restored, and now for ever lost.

And, tamed to cruelty with direst skill, So shines the moon, by glimpses, through her

Roar'd for the battle, when he felt the goad,
shrouds,

And his proud lord his sinewy neck bestrode,
When windy darkness rides upon the clouds, Through crashing ranks resistless havoc bore,
Till through the blue, serene, and silent night, And writhed his trunk, and bathed his tusks in gore.
She reigns in full tranquillity of light.
Jubal, with eager hope, beheld the chace

“ Thus while the giants trampled friends and foes, Of strange emotions hurrying o'er his face,

Amongst their tribe a mighty chieftain rose;
And waked his noblest numbers, tocontroul His birth mysterious, but traditions tell
The tide and tempest of the maniac's soul;

What strange events his infancy befell.
Through many a maze of melody they flew,
They rose like incense, they distillid like dew,

“ A Goatherd fed his flock on many a steep, Pour'd through the sufferer's breast delicious balm, Where Eden's rivers swell the southern deep; And soothed remembrance till remorse grew calm,

A melancholy man, who dwelt alone, Till Cain forsook the solitary wild,

Yet far abroad his evil fame was known, Led by the minstrel like a weaned child.

The first of woman born, that might presume
O! had you seen him to his home restored,

To wake the dead bones mouldering in the tomb,
How young and old ran forth to meet their lord;
How friends and kindred on his neck did fall,

And, from the gulph of uncreated night,
Weeping aloud, while Cain outwept them all:

Call phantoms of futurity to light. But hush !—thenceforward when recoiling care

'Twas said his voice could stay the falling flood, Lower'd on his brow, and sadden'd to despair,

Eclipse the sun, and turn the moon to blood, The lyre of Jubal, with divinest art,

Roll back the planets on their golden cars, Repell’d the demon, and revived his heart.

And from the firmament unfix the stars. Thus song, the breath of heaven, had power to bind

Spirits of fire and air, of sea and land, In chains of harmony the mightiest mind;

Came at his call, and flew at his command; Thus music's empire in the soul began,

His spells so potent, that his changing breath
The first-born poet ruled the first-born man.”

Open’d or shut the gates of life and death.
O'er nature's powers he claim'd supreme controul,
And held communion with all nature's soul:
The name and place of every herb he knew,
Its healing balsam, or pernicious dew:
The meanest reptile, and the noblest birth
Of ocean's caverns, or the living earth,

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Till sky and water wide around were spread; Man more than all his hidden art confess’d,

-Straight to the sun he thought his voyage led, Cringed to his face, consulted, and revered

With shouts of transport hail'd its setting light, His oracles,--detested him and fear'd.

And follow'd all the long and lonely night:

But ere the morning-star expired, he found
“ Once by the river, in a waking dream,

His stranded bark once more on earthly ground.
He stood to watch the ever-running stream, Tears, wrung from secret shame, suffused his eyes,
In which, reflected upward to his eyes,

When in the east he saw the sun arise: [burn'd
He giddily look'd down upon the skies,

Pride quickly check'd them :

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ambition For thus he feign'd in his ecstatic mood

For bolder enterprize, as he return'd.
To summon divination from the flood.
His steady view a floating object cross'd;

“ Through snares and deaths pursuing fame and

power,
His eye pursued it till the sight was lost.-

He scorn'd his flock from that adventurous hour,
An outcast infant in a fragile bark !
The river whirl'd the willow-woven ark

And, leagued with monsters of congenial birth,
Down tow'rds the deep; the tide returning bore

Began to scourge and subjugate the earth.

Meanwhile the sons of Cain, who will’d the soil,
The little voyager unharm'd to shore:
Him in his cradle-ship securely bound

By noble arts had learn’d to lighten toil;
With swathing skins at eve the Goatherd found.

Wisely their scatter'd knowledge he combined ;
Nurst by that foster-sire, austere and rude,

Yet had an hundred years matured his mind, Midst rocks and glens, in savage solitude,

Ere with the strength that laid the forest low,
Among the kids, the rescued foundling grew,

And skill that made the iron furnace glow,
Nutrition from whose shaggy dams he drew,

His genius launch'd the keel, and sway'd the helm,
Till baby-curls his broader temples crown’d,

(His throne and sceptre on the watry realm,) And torrid suns his flexile limbs embrown'd:

While from the tent of his expanded sail,
Then as he sprang from green to florid age,

He eyed the heavens and flew before the gale,
And rose to giant stature, stage by stage,

The first of men whose courage knew to guide He roam'd the vallies with his browsing fock,

The bounding vessel through the refluent tide.
And leapt in joy of youth from rock to rock,

Then swore the giant, in his pride of soul,
Climb'd the sharp precipice's steepest breast,

To range the universe from pole to pole,
To seize the eagle brooding on her nest,

Rule the remotest nations with his nod,
And rent his way through matted woods, to tear

To live a hero, and to die a god.”
The skulking panther from his hidden lair.
A trodden serpent, horrible and vast,

ICE-BLINK AND AURORA BOREALIS.
Sprang on the heedless rover as he pass'd;
Limb lock'd o'er limb, with many a straitening fold

'Tis sunset: to the firmament serene
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Of orbs inextricabiy involved, he rollid

The Atlantic wave reflects a gorgeous scene:
On earth in vengeance, broke the twisted toils, Broad in the cloudless west, a belt of gold
Strangled the hissing fiend, and wore the spoils. Girds the blue hemisphere; above unroll'd
With hardy exercise, and cruel art,

The keen clear air grows palpable to sight,
To nerve the frame, and petrify the heart,

Embodied in a fush of crimson light,
The wizard train'd his pupil, from a span,

Through which the evening star, with mildergleam,
To thrice the bulk and majesty of man. [grace,

Descends to meet her image in the stream.
His limbs were sinewy strength; commanding

Far in the east, what spectacle unknown
And dauntless spirit sparkled in his face;

Allures the eye to gaze on it alone?
His arm could pluck the lion from his prey,

-Amidst black rocks, that lift on either hand
And hold the horn'd rhinoceros at bay,

Their countless peaks, and mark receding land;
His feet o'er highest hills pursue the hind,

Amidst a tortuous labyrinth of seas,
Or tire the ostrich buoyant on the wind.

That shine around the arctic Cyclades;

Amidst a coast of dreariest continent,
“ Yet 'twas the stripling's chief delight to brave In many a shapeless promontory rent;
The river's wrath, and wrestle with the wave; -O'er rocks, seas, islands, promontories spread,
When torrent rains had swoln the furious tide,

The Ice-Blink rears its undulated head,
Light on the foamy surge he loved to ride;

On which the sun, beyond th' horizon shrined,
When calm and clear the stream was wont to flow, Hath left his richest garniture behind ;
Fearless he dived to search the caves below.

Piled on a hundred arches, ridge by ridge,
His childhood's story, often told, had wrought

O'er fix'd and fluid strides the Alpine bridge,
Sublimest hopes in his aspiring thought.

Whose blocks of sapphire seem to mortal eye
-Once on a cedar, from its mountain throne

Hewn from cerulean quarries of the sky;
Pluckt by the tempest forth he sail'd alone,

With glacier-battlements, that crowd the spheres,
And reach'd the gulph ;-with eye of eager fire,

The slow creation of six thousand years,
And Alushing cheek, he watch'd the shores tire, Amidst immensity it towers sublime,

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Unknown the point of windward whence they came; Amid the region of unmelting snows,

The power by which stupendous gulphs they cros'd, A monument; where every flake that falls

Or compass'd wilds of everlasting frost, Gives adamantine firmness to the walls.

Alike mysterious ;-found their sudden way The sun beholds no mirror in his race,

To Greenland; pour'd along the western bay That shews a brighter image of his face;

Their straggling families; and seized the soil The stars, in their nocturnal vigils, rest

For their domain, the ocean for their spoil. Like signal fires on its illumined crest;

Skraellings the Normans callid these hordes in scorn, The gliding moon around the ramparts wheels,

That seem'd created on the spot,-though born And all its magic lights and shades reveals; In trans-Atlantic climes, and thither brought Beneath, the tide with idle fury raves

By paths as covert as the birth of thought;
To undermine it through a thousand caves;

They were at once;—the swallow-tribes in spring
Rent from its roof, though thundering fragments oft Thus daily multiply upon the wing,
Plunge to the gulph, immoveable aloft,

As if the air, their element of flight,
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Brought forth new broods from darkness every night;
Its turrets heighten and its piers expand.

Slipt from the secret hand of Providence, Midnight hath told his hour; the moon, yet young, They come we see not how, nor know we whence. Hangs in the argent west her bow unstrung;

A stunted, stern, uncouth, amphibious stock, Larger and fairer, as her lustre fades,

Hewn from the living marble of the rock, Sparkle the stars amidst the deepening shades: Or sprung from mermaids, and in ocean's bed, Jewels more rich than night's regalia gem

With ores and seals, in sunless caverns bred, The distant Ice-Blink's spangled diadem;

They might have held, from unrecorded time, Like a new morn from orient darkness, there

Sole patrimony in that hideous clime,
Phosphoric splendours kindle in mid air,

So lithe their limbs, so fenced their frames to bear
As though from heaven's self-opening portals came The intensest rigours of the polar air;
Legions of spirits in an orb of flame,

Nimble, and muscular, and keen to run
-Flame, that from every point an arrow sends, The rein-deer down a circuit of the sun;
Far as the concave firmament extends :

To climb the slippery cliffs, explore their cells, Spun with the tissue of a million lines,

And storm and sack the sea-birds' citadels; Glistening like gossamer the welkin shines:

In bands, through snows, the mother-bear to trace, The constellations in their pride look pale

Slay with their darts the cubs in her embrace, Through the quick trembling brilliance of that veil: And while she lick'd their bleeding wounds, to brate Then suddenly converged, the meteors rush Her deadliest vengeance in her in most care: O'er the wide south; one deep vermilion blush Train'd with inimitable skill to float, O'erspreads Orion glaring on the flood,

Each, balanced in his bubble of a boat,
And rabid Sirius foams through fire and blood;

With dexterous paddle steering through the spray,
Again the circuit of the pole they range,
Motion and figure every moment change,
Through all the colours of the rainbow run,
Or blaze like wrecks of a dissolving sun;
Wide ether burns with glory, conflict, flight,
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With poised harpoon to strike his plunging prey,
As though the skiff, the seaman, car, and dart
Were one compacted body, by one heart
With instinct, motion, pulse empower'd to ride,
A human Nautilus upon the tide;
Or with a fleet of Kayaks to assail
The desperation of the stranded whale,
When wedged 'twixt jagged rocks he writhes und
In agony among the ebbing shoals,
Lashing the waves to foam; until the flood,
From wounds, like geysers, seems a bath of blood,
Echo all night dumb-pealing to his roar,
Till morn beholds him slain along the shore.

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INCOGNITA.

NORWEGIAN TRIBES.
Ages had seen the vigourous race, that sprung
From Norway's stormy forelands, rock'd when young
In ocean's cradle, hardening as they rose
Like mountain-pines amidst perennial snows;
-Ages had seen these sturdiest sons of Time
Strike root and flourish in that ruffian clime,
Commerce with lovelier lands and wealthier hold,
Yet spurn the lures of luxury and gold;
Beneath the umbrage of the Gallic vine,
For moonlight snows and cavern-shelter pine;
Turn from Campanjan fields a lofty eye
To gaze upon the glorious Alps, and sigh,
Remembering Greenland; more and more endear'd,
As far and farther from its shores they steer'd;

WRITTEN AT LEAMINGTON, IN 1817, ON VIEWING

TIE PICTURE OF AN UNKNOWN LADY.

« She was a phantom of delight.WORDSWORTE.

Image of oue, who lived of yore!

Hail to that lovely mien,
Once quick and conscious;--now no more

On land or ocean seen!

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