So Truth proclaims. I hear the facred found Burst from the centre of the burning throne. Where aye fhe fits with ftar-wreath luftre crown'd,

A bright fun clafps her adamantine zone.

So Truth proclaims: her awful voice I hear, With many a folemn pause it slowly meets my ear. III.

Attend, ye fons of men; attend, and say,” Does not enough of my refulgent ray

Break thro' the veil of your mortality!

Say does not reafon in this form defcry Unnumber'd, nameless glories, that surpass The Angel's floating pomp, the Seraph's glowing

grace?

IV.

Shall then your earth-born daughters vie
With me? Shall fhe, whose brightest eye
But emulate's the diamond's blaze,
Whose bofom mocks the fleecy fnow,
Whose cheek the rofe's damask glow,

Whose melting voice the warbling woodlark's lays;
Shall fhe be deem'd my rival? * Shall a form
Of elemental dross, of mould'ring clay,

Vie with these charms imperial? The poor worm Shall prove her contest vain. Life's little day

ATHELWOLD had been guilty of a lye, that

he might poffefs ELFRIDA.

Shall pafs, and she is gone: while I appear, Flush'd with the bloom of youth thro' heav'n's

Know, mortals, know; ere first ye fprung,
Ere first these orbs in æther hung,

I fhone amid the heav'nly throng.
Thefe eyes beheld Creation's day,
This voice began the choral lay,

And taught Archangels their triumphant fong.
Pleas'd I furvey'd bright Nature's gradual birth,
Saw infant light with kindling luftre spread,
Soft vernal fragrance clothe the flow'ring earth,
And Ocean heave on his extended bed;
Saw the tall oak aspiring pierce the sky,
The tawny Lion stalk, the rapid eagle fly.

VI.

Laft, Man arose, erect in youthful grace,
Heav'n's hallow'd image stampt upon his face,
And, as he rose, the high behest was giv’n,
"That I alone of all the host of heav'n,
"Should reign Protectress of the godlike
youth."

Thus the Almighty fpake: he fpake and call'd

me TRUTH.

ZAS IS SUPPOSED TO LIE ON

THAMES, NEAR RICHMOND.

I.

N yonder grave a Druid lies

I where fowly winds the stealing wave!

The year's beft fweets fhall duteous rife
To deck it's Poet's sylvan grave!

II.

In yon deep bed of whifp'ring reeds
His airy harp fhall now be laid,

*

That he, whofe heart in forrow bleeds

May love thro' life the foothing fhade.

STAN

THE

* The harp of ÆOLUS, of which fee a defcription in the CASTLE OF INDOLENCE.

III.

Then maids and youths fhall linger here,
And while it's founds at diftance fwell,
Shall fadly feem in Pity's ear

To hear the Woodland Pilgrim's knell.
IV.

Remembrance oft fhall haunt the shore

When Thames in fummer wreaths is dreft, And oft fufpend the dashing oar

To bid his gentle spirit rest!

V.

And oft as Eafe and Health retire
To breezy lawn, or foreft deep,
The friend fhall view yon whit'ning fpire",
And mid the varied landscape weep.

VI.

But Thou, who own'ft that earthy bed,
Ah! what will ev'ry dirge avail?
Or tears, which Love and Pity shed

That mourn beneath the gliding fail!

VII.

Yet lives there one, whofe heedlefs eye

Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimm'ring near? With him, fweet bard, may Fancy die,

And Joy defert the blooming year.

*RICHMOND Church.

VIII.

But thou, lorn Stream, whofe fullen tide
No fedge-crown'd Sifters now attend,
Now waft me from the green hill's fide
Whofe cold turf hides the buried Friend!
IX.

And fee, the fairy valleys fade,

Dun Night has veil'd the folemn view! Yet once again, dear parted Shade, Meek Nature's Child, again adieu!

X.

The genial meads affign'd to bless

Thy life, fhall mourn thy early doom, Their hinds, and fhepherd-girls fhall dress With fimple hands thy rural tomb.

XI.

Long, long, thy ftone and pointed clay
Shall melt the mufing Briton's eyes,
Q! Vales, and Wild Woods, fhall He fay
In yonder grave Your Druid lies!