So fares a traitor to an earthly crown; : But why this idle toil to paint that day? 200 205 And is there a Laft Day? and must there come A fure, a fix'd, inexorable doom? Ambition fwell, and, thy proud fails to show, Wealth on a golden mountain blazing stand, In hopes of glory to be quite involv'd! And kindle into tranfport at a grave! 210 215 220 225 What What equals this? And shall the victor now For ever then, my foul, thy God adore, 230 240 And flush my conscious cheek with spreading fhame? 235 245 250 When now the thunder roars, the lightening flics, And all the warring winds tumultuous rife; When now the foaming furges, toft on high, Disclose the fands beneath, and touch the sky; When death draws near, the mariners aghaft Look back with terror on their actions paft; Their courage fickens into deep dismay, Their hearts; through fear and anguish, melt away; 255 Nor Nor tears, nor prayers, the tempeft can appease ; Unload their shatter'd barque, though richly fraught, The trembling prophet then, themselves to save, Lo! the great Ruler of the world, from high, 270 275 280 Leviathan attends in all his ftate; Exults for joy, and, with a mighty bound, Makes the fea shake, and heav'n and earth refound; Blackens the waters with the rifing fand, And drives vaft billows to the distant land. 285 As As yawns an earthquake, when imprifon'd air 290 295 Now is he pleas'd the northern blast to hear, And hangs on liquid mountains, void of fear; Or falls immers'd into the depths below; Where the dead filent waters never flow; To the foundations of the hills convey'd, Dwells in the fhelving mountain's dreadful fhade : Where plummet never reach'd, he draws his breath, 300 And glides ferenely through the paths of death. 395 Two wondrous days and nights through coral groves, Through labyrinths of rocks and fands, he roves : When the third morning with its level rays The mountains gilds, and on the billows plays, It fees the king of waters rife, and pour His facred gueft un-injur'd on the fhore: A type of that great bleffing, which the Mufe In her next labour ardently purfues. VOL. I. C THE THE LAST DAY. BOOK II. - Εκ γαίης ἐλπίζομεν ἐ; φάΘ ἐλθεῖν Λείψαν ἀποιχομένων· ἐπίσω δὲ Θεοὶ τελέθονται. PHOCYL. We hope, that the departed will rife again. "from the duft after which, like the gods, "they will be immortal." : OW Man awakes, and from his filent bed, Nwhere he has kept for ages, lifts his head, Shakes off the lumber of ten thousand years, The Mufe is wont in narrow bounds to fing, I grafp the whole, no more to parts confin'd, I lift my voice, and fing to human kind: I fing to men and angels; angels join, While fuch the theme, their facred fongs with mine. Again the trumpet's intermitted found Rolls the wide circuit of creation round, An univerfal concourfe to prepare 5 10 15 Of all that ever breath'd the vital air: In fome wide ficld, which active whirlwinds fweep, Drive cities, forests, mountains, to the deep, -To |