Each sullen spectre chase, his balm at length, Lenient of pain, through every fever'd pulse With gentlest hand infus'd.
A pensive calm Arose, but unassur'd: as, after winds Of ruffling wind, the sea, subsiding slow, Now Reason first, Still trembles from the storm. Her throne resuming, bid Devotion raise To Heaven his eye; and through the turbid mist By sense dark-drawn between, adoring own, Sole arbiter of fate, one Cause supreme, All-just, all-wise, who bids what still is best," In cloud, or sunshine; whose severest hand Wounds but to heal, and chastens to amend. Thus, in his bosom, every weak excess, The rage of grief, the fellness of revenge, To healthful measure temper'd and reduc'd By Virtue's hand; and in her brightening beam Each errour clear'd away, as fen-born fogs Before th' ascending Sun; through faith he lives Beyond Time's bounded continent, the walks Of Sin and Death. Anticipating Heaven In pious hope, he seems already there, Safe on her sacred shore; and sees beyond, In radiant view, the world of light and love, Where Peace delights to dwell; where one fair morn Still orient smiles, and one diffusive spring, That fears no storm and shall no winter know, Th' immortal year empurples. If a sigh Yet murmurs from his breast, 'tis for the pangs Those dearest names, a wife, a child must feel, Still suffering in his fate: 'tis for a foe, Who, deaf himself to mercy, may of Heaven That mercy, when most wanted, ask in vain.
The Sun, now station'd with the lucid Twins, O'er every southern clime had pour'd profuse The rosy year; and in each pleasing hue, That greens the leaf, or through the blossom glows With florid light, his fairest month array'd: While Zephyre, while the silver-footed Dews, Her soft attendants, wide o'er field and grove Fresh spirit breathe, and shed perfuming balm. Nor here, in this chill region, on the brow Of Winter's waste dominion, is unfelt The ray ethereal, or unhail'd the rise
Of her mild reign. From warbling vale and hill, With wild thyme flowering, betony, and balm, Blue lavender and carmel's spicy root', Song, fragrance, health, ambrosiate every breeze.
But, high above, the season full exerts Its vernal force in yonder peopled rocks, To whose wild solitude, from worlds unknown, The birds of passage transmigrating come, Unnumber'd colonies of foreign wing, At Nature's summons their aerial state Annual to found; and in bold voyage steer, O'er this wide ocean, through yon pathless sky, One certain flight to one appointed shore: By Heaven's directive spirit, here to raise Their temporary realm; and form secure, Where food awaits them copious from the wave, And shelter from the rock, their nuptial leagues: Each tribe apart, and all on tasks of love,
To hatch the pregnant egg, to rear and guard Their helpless infants, piously intent.
Led by the day abroad, with lonely step,
The root of this plant, otherwise named argatilis sylvaticus, is aromatic; and by the natives reckoned cordial to the stomach. See Martin's Western Isles of Scotland, p. 180.
And ruminating sweet and bitter thought, Aurelius, from the western bay, his eye Now rais'd to this amusive scene in air, With wonder inark'd; now cast with level ray Wide o'er the moving wilderness of waves,
From pole to pole through boundless space diffus'd, Magnificently dreadful! where, at large,
Leviathan, with each inferior name
Of sea-born kinds, ten thousand thousand tribes, Finds endless range for pasture and for sport, Amaz'd he gazes, and adoring owns
The hand Almighty, who its channell❜d bed Immeasurable sunk, and pour'd abroad, Fenc'd with eternal mounds, the fluid sphere; With every wind to waft large commerce on, Join pole to pole, consociate sever'd worlds, And link in bonds of intercourse and love Earth's universal family. Now rose Sweet evening's solemn hour. The Sun, declin'd Hung golden o'er this nether firmament; Whose broad cerulean mirror, calmly bright, Gave back his beamy visage to the sky With splendour undiminish'd; and each cloud, White, azure, purple, glowing round his throne In fair aërial landscape. Here, alone On Earth's remotest verge, Aurelius breath'd The healthful gale, and felt the smiling scene With awe-mix'd pleasure, musing as he hung In silence o'er the billows hush'd beneath. When lo! a sound, amid the wave-worn rocks, Deaf-murmuring rose, and plaintive roll'd along From cliff to cavern: as the breath of winds, At twilight hour, remote and hollow heard Through wintry pines, high-waving o'er the steep Of sky-crown'd Appenine. The seapye ceas'd At once to warble. Screaming, from his nest The fulmar soar'd, and shot a westward flight From shore to sea. On came, before her hour, Invading Night, and hung the troubled sky With fearful blackness round 2. Sad Ocean's face A curling undulation shivery swept
From wave to wave: and now impetuous rose, Thick cloud and storm and ruin on his wing, The raging South, and headlong o'er the deep Fell horrible, with broad-descending blast. Aloft, and safe beneath a sheltering cliff, Whose moss-grown summit on the distant flood Projected frowns, Aurelius stood appall'd: His stunn'd ear smote with all the thundering main! His eye with mountains surging to the stars! Commotion infinite. Where yon last wave Blends with the sky its foam, a ship Shoots sudden forth, steep-falling from the clouds: Yet distant seen and dim, till, onward borne Before the blast, each growing sail expands, Each mast aspires, and all th' advancing frame Bounds on his eye distinct. With sharpen'd ken Its course he watches, and in awful thought That Power invokes, whose voice the wild winds hear, Whose nod the surge reveres, to look from Heaven, And save, who else must perish, wretched men, In this dark hour, amid the dread abyss, With fears amaz'd, by horrours compass'd round. But O, ill-omen'd, death-devoted heads! For Death bestrides the billow, nor your own, Nor others' offer'd vows can stay the flight Of instant fate. And, lo! his secret seat, Where never sun-beam glimmer'd, deep amidst
2 See Martin's voyage to St. Kilda, p. 58.
A cavern's jaws voraginous and vast, The stormy genius of the deep forsakes:
And o'er the waves, that roar beneath his frown, Ascending baleful, bids the tempest spread, Turbid and terrible with hail and rain, Its blackest pinion, pour its loudening blasts In whirlwind forth, and from their lowest depth Upturn the world of waters. Round and round The tortur'd ship, at his imperious call, Is wheel'd in dizzy whirl: her guiding helm Breaks short; her masts in crashing ruin fall; And each rent sail flies loose in distant air. Now, fearful moment! o'er the foundering hull, Half ocean heav'd, in one broad billowy curve,
The vapoury 'air with aromatic smells; Then, drops of sovereign efficacy, drawn. From mountain plants, within his lips infus'd. Slow, from the mortal trance, as men from dreams Of direful vision, shuddering he awakes: While life, to scarce-felt motion, faintly lifts His fluttering pulse, and gradual o'er his cheek The rosy current wins its refluent way. Recovering to new pain, his eyes he turn'd Severe on Heaven, on the surrounding hills With twilight dim, and on the crowd unknown Dissolv'd in tears around: then clos'd again, As loathing light and life. At length, in sounds Broken and eager, from his heaving breast
Steep from the clouds with horrid shade impends-Distraction spoke-" Down, down with every sail.
Ah! save them Heaven! it burs s in deluge down With boundless undulation. Shore and sky Rebellow to the roar. At once engulf'd, Vessel and crew beneath its torrent sweep, Are sunk, to rise no more. Aurelius wept: The tear unbidden dew'd his hoary cheek. He turn'd his step; he fled the fatal scene, And brooding, in sad silence, o'er the sight To him alone disclos'd, his wounded heart
Mercy, sweet Heaven!-Ha! now whole ocean
In tempest o'er our heads-My soul's last hope! We will not part-Help, help! yon wave, behold! That swells betwixt, has borne her from my sight. O, for a sun to light this black abyss ! Gone-lost-for ever lost!" He ceas'd. Amaze And trembling on the pale assistants fell: Whom now, with greeting and the words of peace,
Pour'd out to Heaven in sighs: "Thy will be done, Aurelius bid depart. A pause ensued,
Not mine, supreme Disposer of events!
But death demands tear, and man must feel For human woes: the rest submission checks." Not distant far, where this receding bay 3 Looks northward on the pole, a rocky arch Expands its self-pois'd concave; as the gate, Ample, and broad, and pillar'd massy-proof, Of some unfolding temple. On its height Is heard the tread of daily-climbing flocks, That, o'er the green roof spread, their fragrant food Untended crop. As through this cavern'd path, Involv'd in pensive thought Aurelius past, Struck with sad echoes from the sounding vault Remurmur'd shrill, he stopt, he rais'd his head; And saw th' assembled natives in a ring, With wonder and with pity bending o'er A shipwreck'd man. All-motionless on earth He lay. The living lustre from his eye, The vermil hue extinguish'd from his cheek: And in their place, on each chill feature spread, The shadowy cloud and ghastliness of Death With pale suffusion sat. So looks the Moon, So faintly wan, through hovering mists at eve, Grey Autumn's train. Fast from his hairs distill'd The briny wave: and close within bis grasp Was clench'd a broken oar, as one who long Had stem'd the flood with agonizing breast, And struggled strong for life. Of youthful prime He seem'd, and built by Nature's noblest hand; Where bold proportion, and where softening grace, Mix'd in each limb, and harmoniz'd his frame.
Aurelius, from the breathless clay, his eye To Heaven imploring rais'd: then, for he knew That Life, within her central cell retir'd, May lurk unseen, diminish'd, but not quench'd, He bid transport it speedy through the vale, To his poor cell that lonely stood and low, Safe from the north beneath a sloping hill: An antique frame, orbicular, and rais'd On columns rude; its roof with reverend moss Light-shaded o'er; its front in ivy hid, That mantling crept aloft. With pious hand They turn'd, they chaf'd his frozen limbs, and fum'd
3 See Martin's voyage to St. Kilda, p. 20.
Mute, mournful, solemn. On the stranger's face Observant, anxious, hung his fix'd regard: Watchful, his ear, each murmur, every breath, Attentive seiz'd; now eager to begin Consoling speech; now doubtful to invade The sacred silence due to grief supreme. Then thus at last: "O from devouring seas, By miracle escap'd! if, with thy life, Thy sense return'd, can yet discern the hand All-wonderful, that through yon raging sea, Yon whirling west of tempest, led thee safe; That hand divine with grateful awe confess, With prostrate thanks adore. When thou, alas! Wast number'd with the dead, and glos'd within Th' unfathom'd gulf; when human hope was fled, And human help in vain-th' Almighty voice Then bade destruction spare, and bade the deep Yield up its prey; that, by his mercy sav'd, That mercy, thy fair life's remaining race, A monument of wonder as of love, May justify; to all the sons of men, Thy brethren, ever present in their need. Such praise delights him most-
He hears me not. Some secret anguish, some transcendent woe, Sits heavy on his heart, and from his eyes, Through the clos'd lids, now rolls in bitter stream!
"Yet, speak thy soul, afflicted as thou art! For know, by mournful privilege 'tis mine, Myself most wretched, and in sorrow's ways Severely train'd, to share in every pang The wretched feel; to soothe the sad of heart; To number tear for tear, and groan for groan, With every son and daughter of distress. Speak then, and give thy labouring bosom vent: My pity is, my friendship shall be, thine; To calm thy pain, and guide thy virtue back, Through reason's paths, to happiness and Heaven." The hermit thus: and, after some sad pause Of musing wonder, thus the man unknown.
"What have I heard?-On this untravell'd shore, Nature's last limit, hemm'd with oceans round Howling and harbourless, beyond all faith A comforter to find! whose language wears The garb of civil life; a friend, whose breast
The gracious meltings of sweet pity move! Amazement all! my grief to silence charm'd Is lost in wonder-but, thou good unknown, If woes, for ever wedded to despair,
That wish no cure, are thine, behold in me A meet companion; one whom Earth and Heaven Combine to curse; whom never future morn Shall light to joy, nor evening with repose Descending shade-O, son of this wild world! From social converse though for ever barr'd, Though chill'd with endless winter from the pole, Yet warm'd by goodness, form'd to tender sense Of human woes, beyond what milder climes, By fairer suns attemper'd, courtly boast; O say, did e'er thy breast, in youthful life, Touch'd by a beam from Beauty all-divine, Did e'er thy bosom her sweet influence own, In pleasing tumult pour'd through every vein, And panting at the heart, when first our eye Receives impression! Then, as passion grew, Did Heaven, consenting to thy wish, indulge That bliss no wealth can bribe, no power bestow, That bliss of angels, love by love repaid? Heart streaming full to heart in mutual flow Of faith and friendship, tenderness and truth- If these thy fate distinguish'd, thou wilt then, My joys conceiving, image my despair, How total! how extreme! For this, all this, Late my fair fortune, wreck'd on yonder flood, Lies lost and bury'd there-O, awful Heaven! Who to the wind and to the whelming wave Her blameless head devoted, thou alone Can'st tell what I have lost-O, ill-starr'd maid! O, most undone Amyntor!"-Sighs and tears, And heart-heav'd groans, at this, his voice suppress'd, The rest was agony and dumb despair.
Now o'er their heads damp Night her stormy gloom Spread, ere the glimmering twilight was expir'd, With huge and heavy horrour closing round
In doubling clouds on clouds. The mournful scene, The moving tale, Aurelius deeply felt: And thus reply'd, as one in Nature skill'd, With soft assenting sorrow in his look, And words to soothe, not combat hopeless love. "Amyntor, by that Heaven who sees thy tears! By faith and friendship's sympathy divine! Could I the sorrows heal I more than share, This bosom, trust me, should from thine transfer Its sharpest grief. Such grief, alas! how just? How long in silent anguish to descend, When reason and when fondness o'er the tomb Are fellow-mourners? He, who can resign, Has never lov'd: and wert thou to the sense, The sacred feeling of a loss like thine, Cold and insensible, thy breast were then No mansion for humanity, or thought Of noble aim. Their dwelling is with love, And tender pity; whose kind tear adorns The clouded cheek, and sanctifies the soul They soften, not subdue. We both will mix, For her thy virtue lov'd, thy truth laments, Our social sighs: and still, as morn unveils The brightening hill, or evening's misty shade Its brow obscures, her gracefulness of form, Her mind all-lovely, each ennobling each,
And drowsy hour steals fast upon our talk. Here break we off: and thou, sad mourner, try Thy weary limbs, thy wounded mind, to balm With timely sleep. Each gracious wing from Heaven
Of those that minister to erring man, Near-hovering, hush thy passion into calm; Serene thy slumbers with presented scenes Of brightest visions; whisper to thy heart That holy peace which goodness ever shares : And to us both be friendly as we need."
Now Midnight rose, and o'er the general scene, Air, ocean, earth, drew broad her blackest veil, Vapour and cloud. Around.th' unsleeping isle Yet howl'd the whirlwind, yet the billow groan'd; And, in mix'd horrour, to Amyntor's ear Borne through the gloom, his shrieking sense ap- Shook by each blast, and swept by every wave, Again pale memory labours in the storm: Again from her he's torn, whom more than life His fondness lov'd. And now, another shower Of sorrow, o'er the dear unhappy maid, Effusive stream'd; till late, through every power The soul subdued sunk sad to slow repose: And all her darkening scenes, by dim degrees, Were quench'd in total night. A pause from pain Not long to last: for Fancy, oft awake While Reason sleeps, from her illusive cell Call'd up wild shapes of visionary fear, Of visionary bliss, the hour of rest
To mock with mimic shows. And lo! the deeps In airy tumult swell. Beneath a hill Amyntor heaves of overwhelming seas; Or rides, with dizzy dread, from cloud to cloud, The billow's back. Anon, the shadowy world Shifts to some boundless continent unknown, Where solitary, o'er the starless void, [length, Dumb Silence broods. Through heaths of dreary Slow on he drags his staggering step infirm With breathless toil; hears torrent floods afar Roar through the wild; and, plung'd in central caves, Falls headlong many a fathom into night. Yet there, at once, in all her living charms, And brightening with their glow the brown abyss, Rose Theodora. Smiling, in her eye Sat, without cloud, the soft-consenting soul, That, guilt unknowing, had no wish to hide. A spring of sudden myrtles flowering round Their walk embower'd; while nightingales beneath Sung spousals, as along th' enamell'd turf They seem'd to fly, and interchang'd their souls, Melting in mutual softness. Thrice his arms The fair encircled: thrice she fled his grasp, And fading into darkness mix'd with air- "O turn! O stay thy flight!"-so loud he cry'd, Sleep and its train of humid vapours fled. He groan'd, he gaz'd around: his inward sense Yet glowing with the vision's vivid beam, Still, on his eye, the hovering shadow blaz'd; Her voice still murmur'd in his tinkling ear; Grateful deception! till returning thought
Shall be our frequent theme. Then shalt thou hear Left broad awake, amid th' incumbent lour
From me, in sad return, a tale of woes, So terrible-Amyntor, thy pain'd heart Amid its own, will shudder at the ills
That mine has bled with-But behold; the dark
Of mute and mournful night, again he felt His grief inflam'd throb fresh in every vein. To frenzy stung, upstarting from his couch, The vale, the shore, with darkling step he roam'd,
Like some drear spectre from the grave unbound: Then, scaling youder cliff, proue o'er its brow He hung, in act to plunge amid the flood [voice, Scarce from that height discern'd. Nor reason's Nor ow'd submission to the will of Heaven, Restrains him; but, as passion whirls his thought, Fond expectation, that perchance escap'd, Though passing all belief, the frailer skiff, To which himself had borne th' unhappy fair, May yet be seen. Around, o'er sea and shore, He roll'd his ardent eye; but nought around On land or wave within his ken appears, Nor skiff, nor floating corse, on which to shed The last sad tear, and lay the covering mould!
And now, wide open'd by the wakeful hours Heaven's orient gate, forth on her progress comes Aurora smiling, and her purple lamp
Lifts high o'er earth and sea: while, all-unveil'd, The vast horizon on Amyntor's eye
Pours full its scenes of wonder, wildly great, Magnificently various. From this steep, Diffus'd immense in rolling prospect lay
The northern deep. Amidst, from space to space, Her numerous isles, rich gems of Albion's crown, As slow th' ascending mists disperse in air, Shoot gradual from her bosom: and beyond, Like distant clouds blue-floating on the verge Of evening skies, break forth the dawning hills. A thousand landscapes! barren some and bare, Rock pil'd on rock, amazing, up to Heaven, Of horrid grandeur: some with sounding ash, Or oak broad-shadowing, or the spiry growth Of waving pine high-plum'd, and all beheld More lovely in the Sun's adorning beam, Who now, fair-rising o'er yon eastern cliff, The vernal verdure tinctures gay with gold.
Meanwhile Aurelius, wak'd from sweet repose, Repose that Temperance sheds in timely dews On all who live to her, his mournful guest Came forth to hail, as hospitable rites And Virtue's rule enjoin: but first to him, Spring of all charity, who gave the heart With kindly sense to glow, his matin-song, Superior duty, thus the sage addrest:
"Fountain of light! from whom yon orient Sun First drew his splendour; Source of life and love! Whose smile now wakes o'er Earth's rekindling face The boundless blush of spring; O! First and Best! Thy essence, though from human sight and search, Though from the climb of all created thought, Ineffably remov'd; yet man himself, Thy lowest child of reason, man may read Unbounded power, intelligence supreme, The Maker's hand, on all his works imprest, In characters coeval with the Sun,
And with the Sun to last; from world to world, From age to age, in every clime, disclos'd, Sole revelation through all time the same. Hail, universal Goodness! with full stream For ever flowing from beneath the throne
To days of future life; or whether now The mortal hour is instant, still vouchsafe, Parent and friend, to guide me blameless on Through this dark scene of errour and of ill, Thy truth to light me, and thy peace to cheer. All else, of me unask'd, thy will supreme Withhold or grant: and let that will be done." This from the soul in silence breath'd sincere, The hill's steep side with firm elastic step He lightly scal'd: such health the frugal board, The morn's fresh breath that exercise respires In mountain-walks, and conscience free from blame, Our life's best cordial, can through age prolong. There, lost in thought, and self-abandon'd, lay The man unknown; nor heard approach his host, Nor rais'd his drooping head. Aurelius, mov'd By soft compassion, which the savage scene, Shut up and barr'd amid surrounding seas From human commerce, quicken'd into sense Of sharper sorrow, thus apart began.
"O sight, that from the eye of wealti. or pride, Ev'n in their hour of vainest thought, might draw A feeling tear; whom yesterday beheld By love and fortune crown'd, of all possest That Fancy, tranc'd in fairest vision, dreams; Now lost to all, each hope that softens life, Each bliss that cheers; there, on the damp carth Beneath a heaven unknown, behold him now! And let the gay, the fortunate, the great, The proud, be taught, what now the wretched feel, The happy have to fear. O man forlorn, Too plain I read thy heart, by fondness drawn To this sad scene, to sights that but inflame Its tender anguish-"
"Hear me, Heaven!" exclaim'd The frantic mourner, "could that anguish rise To madness and to mortal agony,
I yet would bless my fate; by one kind pang, From what I feel, the keener pangs of thought For ever freed. To me the Sun is lost: To me the future flight of days and years Is darkness, is despair-But who complains Forgets that he can die. O, sainted maid! For such in Heaven thou art, if from thy seat Of holy rest, beyond these changeful skies, If names on Earth most sacred once and dear, A lover and a friend, if yet these names Can wake thy pity, dart one guiding ray To light me where, in cave or creek, are thrown Thy lifeless limbs: that I-O grief supreme! O fate remorseless! was thy lover sav'd For such a task?-that I those dear remains, With maiden-rites adorn'd, at last may lodge Beneath the hallow'd vault; and, weeping there O'er thy cold urn, await the hour to close These eyes in peace, and mix this dust with thine!" "Such, and so dire," reply'd the cordial friend
In Pity's look and language, "such, alas! Were late my thoughts. Whate'er the human heart Can most afflict, grief, agony, despair,
Through earth, air, sea, to all things that have life: Have all been mine, and with alternate war
From all that live on earth, in air and sea, The great community of Nature's sons, To thee, first Father, ceaseless praise ascend! And in the reverent hymn my grateful voice Be duly heard, among thy works not least, Nor lowest; with intelligence inform'd,
To know thee, and adore; with free-will crown'd, Where Virtue leads, to follow and be blest. O, whether by thy prime decree ordain'd
This bosom ravag'd. Hearken then, good youth; My story mark, and from another's fate, Pre-eminently wretched, learn thy own, Sad as it seems, to balance and to bear.
"In me, a man behold, whose morn serene, Whose noon of better life, with honour spent, In virtuous purpose, or in honest act, Drew fair distinction on my public name, From those among mankind, the nobler few,
Whose praise is fame; but there, in that true source Whence happiness with purest stream descends, In home found peace and love, supremely blest! Union of hearts, consent of wedded wills, By friendship knit, by mutual faith secur'd Our hopes and fears, our Earth and Heaven the [same! At last, Amyntor, in my failing age, Fallen from such height, and with the felon-herd, Robbers and outlaws, number'd-thought that still Stings deep the heart, and clothes the cheek with shame!
Then doom'd to feel what guilt alone should fear, The hand of public vengeance: arm'd by rage, Not justice; rais'd to injure, not redress; To rob, not guard; to ruin, not defend : And all, O sovereign Reason! all deriv'd
And this blind fury of commission'd rage,
Of party-vengeance, to a fatal foc, Known and abhorr'd for deeds of direst name, Was given in charge: a foe, whom blood-stain'd zeal, For what-O hear it not, all-righteous Heaven! Lest thy rous'd thunder burst-for what was deem'd Religion's cause, had savag'd to a brute, More deadly fell than hunger ever stung His band he arm'd, To prowl in wood or wild. Sons of perdition, miscreants with all guilt Familiar, and in each dire art of death Train'd ruthless up. As tigers on their prey, On my defenceless lands those fiercer beasts Devouring fell: nor that sequester'd shade, That sweet recess, where Love and Virtue long In happy league had dwelt, which war itself
From power that claims thy warrant to do wrong! Beheld with reverence, could their fury scape; A right divine to violate unblam'd
Each law, each rule, that, by himself observ'd, The God prescribes whose sanction kings pretend! "O Charles! O monarch! in long exile train'd, Whole hopeless years, th' oppressor's hand to know How hateful and how hard; thyself reliev'd, Now hear thy people, groaning under wrongs Of equal load, adjure thee by those days Of want and woe, of danger and despair, As Heaven has thine, to pity their distress! "Yet, from the plain good meaning of my heart, Be far th' unhallow'd licence of abuse; Be far th' bitterness of saintly zeal, That, impious hid behind the patriot's name, Masks hate and malice to the legal throne, In justice founded, circumscrib'd by laws, The prince to guard—but guard the people too: Chief, one prime good to guard inviolate, Soul of all worth, and sum of human bliss, Fair Freedom, birthright of all thinking kinds, Reason's great charter, from no king deriv'd, By none to be reclaim'd, man's right divine, Which God, who gave, indelible pronounc'd. "But if, disclaiming this his heaven-own'd right, This first best tenure by which monarchs rule; If, meant the blessing, he becomes the bane, The wolf, not shepherd, of his subject-flock, To grind and tear, not shelter and protect, Wide-wasting where he reigns-to such a prince, Allegiance kept were treason to mankind; And loyalty, revolt from virtue's law. For say, Amyntor, does just Heaven enjoin That we should homage Hell? or bend the knee To earthquake, or volcano, when they rage, Rend Earth's firm frame, and in one boundless grave Engulf their thousands? Yet, O grief to tell! Yet such, of late, o'er this devoted land, Was public rule. Our servile stripes and chains, Our sighs and groans resounding from the steep Of wintry hill, or waste untravell'd heath, Last refuge of our wretchedness, not guilt, Proclaim'd it load to Heaven: the arm of power Extended fatal, but to crush the head It ought to screen, or with a parent's love Reclaim from errour, not with deadly hate, The tyrant's law, exterminate who err.
"In this wide ruin were my fortune sunk: Myself, as one contagious to his kind, Whom Nature, whom the social life renounc'd, Unsummon'd, unimpleaded, was to death, To shameful death adjudg'd; against my head The price of blood proclaim'd, and at my heels Let loose the murderous cry of human hounds.
Despoil'd, defac'd, and wrapt in wasteful flames: For flame and rapine their consuming march, From hill to vale, by daily ruin mark'd. So, borne by winds along, in baneful cloud, Embody'd locusts from the wing descend On berb, fruit, flower, and kill the ripening year: While, waste behind, destruction on their track And ghastly famine wait. My wife and child He dragg'd, the ruffian dragg'd-O Heaven! do L A man, survive to tell it? At the hour Sacred to rest, amid the sighs and tears Of all who saw and curs'd his coward-rage, He forc'd, unpitying, from their midnight-bed, By menace, or by torture, from their fears My last retreat to learn; and still detains Beneath his roof accurst, that best of wives! Emelia, and our only pledge of love, My blooming Theodora !-Manhood there, And Nature bleed-Ah! let not busy thought Search thither, but avoid the fatal coast: Discovery, there, once more my peace of mind Might wreck; once more to desperation sink My hopes in Heaven." He said: but O, sad Muse! Can all thy moving energy, of power
To shake the heart, to freeze th' arrested blood, With words that weep, and strains that agonize; Can all this mournful magic of thy voice Tell what Amyntor feels? "O Heaven! art thou-- What have I heard?-Aurelius! art thou he?— Confusion! horrour!--that most wrong'd of men! And, O most wretched too! alas! no more, No more a father-On that fatal flood, Thy Theodora-" At these words he fell. A deadly cold ran freezing through his veins: As on his way And Life was on the wing, her loath'd abode For ever to forsake. The traveller, from Heaven by lightning struck, Is fix'd at once immoveable; his eye With terrour glaring wild; his stiffening limbs In sudden marble bound: so stood, so look'd The heart-smote parent at this tale of death, Half-utter'd, yet too plain. No sign to rise, No tear had force to flow; his senses all, Through all their powers, suspended, and subdued. Silence for a space- To chill amazement. Such dismal silence saddens earth and sky Ere first the thunder breaks-on either side At last, Fill'd up this interval severe.
As from some vision that to frenzy fires The sleeper's brain, Amyntor, waking wild, A poniard, hid beneath his various robe, Drew furious forth-" Me, me," he cry'd,. "on me Let all thy wrongs be visited; and thus
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