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Or plung❜d in grief profound.
Oh! all ye Powers !'
Amyntor, ftartling, cry'd, and fhot his foul
In rapid glance before him on her face:
Illufion! no, it cannot be. My blood
Runs chill; my feet are rooted here! and, fee!
• To mock my hopes, it wears her gracious form! The fpirits who this ocean wafte and wild
• Still hover round, or walk these isles unseen, Presenting oft in pictur'd vision strange
• The dead or absent, have yon shape adorn'd So like my love, of unsubstantial air,
Embody'd, featur'd it with all her charms!
• With gaze tranfported!-Ha! fhe faints! fhe falls!"
He ran, he flew! his clafping arms receiv'd
Her finking weight:
O earth, and air, and fea!
'Tis fhe! 'tis Theodora! Pow'r Divine,
• Whose goodness knows no bound, thy hand is here, Omnipotent in mercy! As he spoke,
Adown his cheek, thro' fhiv'ring joy and doubt,
The tear faft-falling ftream'd. My love! my life!
• Soul of my wishes ! fav'd beyond all faith!
• Return'd to life and me !-O fly, my friends;
The living ftream!-Thou dearer to my Than all the fumless wealth this fea entombs, • My Theodora ! yet awake; 'tis I,
'Tis poor Amyntor calls thee!' At that name,
Of morning glad unfolds her tender charms,
Borera nam'd, before the tempest borne,
These islanders, thrice three, then prifon'd there,
(So Heav'n ordain'd) with utmost peril run,
With toil invincible, from shelve and rock
The rest already known, his ev'ry sense,
His full-collected foul, on her alone
Was fix'd, was hung enraptur'd, while these founds,
This voice, as of an angel, pierc'd his ear.
• Amyntor! O my life's recover'd hope!
My foul's despair and rapture!-Can this be!
• Dare I yet truft my sense !-O yes, 'tis he!
'Tis he himself! My eyes, my bounding heart,
• Confefs their living lord! What shall I say!
460 • A fecond
A fecond pang!' At this dilated high
O happy! tho' as yet thou know'ft not half
• With that best temp'rance, which from fond excefs,
• When rapture lifts to dang'rous height it's pow'rs, Reflective guards. Know then-and let calm thought On wonder wait-fafe refug'd in this isle,
Thy godlike father lives! and, lo !-but curb,
Reprefs the transport that o'erheaves thy heart; • "Tis he-look yonder-he, whofe rev'rend steps • The mountain's fide descend!' Abrupt from his Her hand the drew ; and, as on wings upborne, Shot o'er the space between. He faw, he knew, Astonish'd knew, before him, on her knee, His Theodora! To his arms he rais'd
The lost, lov'd fair, and in his bofom press'd.
my child!' at once they cry'd;"
Nor more: the reft extatick filence spoke ;
And Nature from her inmoft feat of fenfe
Beyond all utt'rance mov'd. On this blefs'd fcens,
Where emulous in either bosom ftrove
Adoring gratitude, earth, ocean, air,
And Heav'n, approving, look'd delighted down.
In each plain bofom Love and Nature wept;
Now, while the song,
The choral hymn, in wildly-warbled notes,
What Nature dictates when the full heart prompts,
Best harmony, their grateful fouls effus'd
Aloud to Heav'n, Montano, rev'rend feer!
(Whose eye prophetick, far thro' Time's abyss,
Could fhoot it's beam, and there the births of Fate,
Yet immature, and in their causes hid,
Illumin'd fee) a space abftracted ftood;
His frame with shiv'ry horror stirr'd, his eyes
From cutward vifion held, and all the man
On fluid air, as in a mirror feen,
And glowing radiant to his mental fight.
• The clouds that long fair Albion's heav'n o'ercast! • With tempeft delug'd, or with flame devour'd,
Her drooping plains; while dawning rofy round
• He comes! behold, the Great Deliv'rer comes ! • Immortal William! borne triumphant on,
• From yonder orient, o'er propitious feas,
Before his prow, commands the speeding gales • To waft him on, and o'er the hero's head, • Inwreath'd with olive, bears the laurel crown;
• Blefs'd emblem, peace with liberty restor❜d!
And, hark! from either ftrand, which nations hide,
• To welcome in true Freedom's day renew'd,
• What thunders of acclaim !-Aurelius! man
Heav'n belov'd, thou, too, that facred fun Shalt live to hail; fhalt warm thee in his shine! I fee thee on the flow'ry lap diffus'd
• Of thy lov'd vale, amid a smiling race
• From this blefs'd pair to fpring; whom equal faith,
• And equal fondness, in soft league shall hold From youth to rev'rend age, the calmer hours Of thy last day to fweeten and adorn,
• Thro' life thy comfort, and in death thy crown!'
That o'er yon caverns ftretch your pendent fhade,
Where facred Silence lulls the rural vale,
And Love in whispers tells his tender tale;