See His red arm unfheaths the shining spear! WHAT dire portents my wond'ring foul affright! The scourge of God! ftalks wildly o'er our plains! YET fear not, Ifrael, at his dreadful ire; Thou fav'rite child of heav'n's exalted Sire! What though pale Rage, in her triumphant car, Drives o'er thy fields, and founds the blaft of war! The Author is fenfible that there may appear fome impropriety in this fentiment, as it is feemingly repugnant to the fyftem of COPERNICUs. He chofe however to prefer this meaning of the words What to any other, as it is exa&ly conformable to the original, and as it may be fuppofed to refer only to the motion of the fun round his own axis. What though thy warriors load the purple plain! Sighs o'er th' opprefs'd, and melts at human woe! And pours o'er all the healing balm of peace. BUT fee once more th' intrepid Victor near; YET, Mighty God!-be all my pow'rs refign'd! And thine each nobler hope that warms the mind. Then though no more to crown the peasant's toil, The bleeding olive ftream with facred oil; VOL. I. M Though Though figs no more their leafy tendrils join ; When the bold breaft, with terror not its own, *The Reader will eafily obferve that this chapter hath been paraphrafed with fome liberty. The beauties of it are thick fown. The expreffion is uncommonly fublime, the figures bold, the painting rích, and the defcription animated. The Author hath enlarged on fome verfes, tranfpofed or even omitted others, and given fuch a turn to the reft, as may convey moft perfpicuously the meaning of the Prophet. Upon the whole, he hath endeavoured to paint fome ftriking features; but where he found it impoffible in any measure to equal, he had not the temerity of attempting to imitate. Το To a FRIEND in the COUNTRY*. WHIL HILE you (where paffion, noise, nor cares affail,) Bleft with each object that confpires to please, Books, friends, retirement, freedom, health, and cafe; To count long days that roll fucceffive o'er, Launch'd far on deeps where darkness wraps the fhore; What numbs the thought, or tears the feeling heart; SHE, oft' attendant on thy happier days, * The greater part of this Poem der this intimation might have been was wrote at a very early period of fpared. life. Perhaps to the difcerning rea M 2 Thrill'd Thrill'd as thou hearft the patient man complain, The waste of æther eyed, or pathless main, While, each dear object of his care furvey'd, Loved scenes, but wrapt in ever-during fhade, Still to the murmuring deeps that rowl below, Swells the long plaint of foul-fubduing woe. PERHAPS You liften to fome gentler strain That paints the gliding ftream, or flowery plain; Or fee'ft Corneille the strength of Genius prove, Or heart on Petrarch's lute the plaint of love. Does milder Fenelon his aid impart To charm the fancy, while he mends the heart? Unhappy Fenelon! condemn'd to fpend Thy Youth in cares, thine age without a friend; To tear the lawre! wreath that graced thy brow; |