Till owned their guide and trusted with their power,
He mocked their hopes in one decisive hour;
Then, tired and yielding, led them to the chain,
And quenched the spirit we provoked in vain.”
But thou, Supreme, by whose eternal hands
Fair Liberty’s heroic empire stands;
Whose thunders the rebellious deep control,
And quell the triumphs of the traitor’s soul,
O turn this dreadful omen far away!
On Freedom’s foes their own attempts repay;
Relume her sacred fire so near suppressed,
And fix her shrine in every Roman breast:
Though bold corruption boast around the land,
“Let virtue, if she can, my baits withstand!”
Though bolder now she urge the accursed claim,
Gay with her trophies raised on Curio’s shame;
Yet some there are who scorn her impious mirth,
Who know what conscience and a heart are worth.
ASPIRATIONS AFTER THE INFINITE
From (Pleasures of the Imagination)
Who that, from Alpine
heights, his laboring eye
Shoots round the wide
horizon, to survey
Nilus or Ganges rolling
his bright wave
Thro’ mountains,
plains, thro’ empires black with shade,
And continents of sand,
will turn his gaze
To mark the windings
of a scanty rill
That murmurs at his
feet? The high-born soul
Disdains to rest her
heaven-aspiring wing
Beneath its native quarry.
Tired of earth
And this diurnal scene,
she springs aloft
Through fields of air;
pursues the flying storm;
Rides on the volleyed
lightning through the heavens;
Or, yoked with whirlwinds
and the northern blast,
Sweeps the long tract
of day. Then high she soars
The blue profound, and,
hovering round the sun,
Beholds him pouring
the redundant stream
Of light; beholds his
unrelenting sway
Bend the reluctant planets
to absolve
The fated rounds of
Time. Thence, far effused,
She darts her swiftness
up the long career
Of devious comets; through
its burning signs
Exulting measures the
perennial wheel
Of Nature, and looks
back on all the stars,
Whose blended light,
as with a milky zone,
Invests the orient.
Now, amazed she views
The empyreal waste,
where happy spirits hold
Beyond this concave
heaven, their calm abode;
And fields of radiance,
whose unfading light
Has traveled the profound
six thousand years,
Nor yet arrived in sight
of mortal things.
Even on the barriers
of the world, untired
She meditates the eternal
depth below;
Till half-recoiling,
down the headlong steep
She plunges; soon o’erwhelmed
and swallowed up
In that immense of being.
There her hopes