JUSTICE. AN ODE. BY JOHN QUINCY ADAMS. I. HILD of the dust! to yonder skies Or is the effulgence of the Light, For beings born of Time? II. That angel form, in light enshrin'd, IS JUSTICE, still to heaven confin'd,— This Angel, of celestial birth, Her faint resemblance, here on earth Has sent, mankind to guide Yet though obscur'd her brightest beams, For Mortals to abide. III. When the first Father of our Race Against his God rebell'd, Was banished from his Maker's face, From Paradise expell'd; For guilt unbounded to atone, What bound could punishment have known, Had Justice dealt the blow? Sure, to infernal regions hurl'd, His doom had been a flaming world Of never ending woe! IV. But Mercy, from the throne of God, And quenched the flaming brand: And Mercy pardons Man." V. When, issuing from the savage Wild, Justice severe, and Mercy mild, Of each his own, the parting hedge The sacred vow enjoins. While Mercy, with benignant face, And Heart with Heart entwines. VI. To both united is the trust Of human Laws consign'd; One teaches mortals to be just; The other, to be kind; Yet shall not Justice always wear Th' unerring Rule of Right. VII. To Justice, dearer far the part To tune the plausive Voice; Of Virtue to delight the heart, To yield the meed of grateful Praise,― Or wreathe the chaplet of renown; VIII. Here, to defend his native land, Whose triumph waves unfurl'd ? Or plains where godlike Brutus fell, IX. In arms, when hostile Nations rise And hurls him from the steep; Strips from his brow the wreath of Fame, And after-ages load his name With curses loud and deep. X. Behold the letter'd Sage devote His country's welfare to promote, Lo! from the blackest caves of Hell, And shields him from their hands. XI. Of excellence, in every clime, But Justice comes, with noiseless tread, And sweeps the net away. |