And biddest me walk humbly with my God. Meek daughter in the family of Christ! Well hast thou said and holily disprais'd 55 These shapings of the unregenerate mind; Bubbles that glitter as they rise and break On vain Philosophy's aye-babbling spring. For never guiltless may I speak of him, The Incomprehensible! save when with awe 60 I praise him, and with faith that inly feels; Who with his saving mercies healéd me, A sinful and most miserable man, Wilder'd and dark, and gave me to possess Peace, and this cot, and thee, hearthonor'd maid!

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eye!

Manes of the unnumber'd slain!

Ye that gasp'd on Warsaw's plain!?
Ye that erst at Ismail's tower,3
When human ruin choked the streams,

Fell in Conquest's glutted hour,

Mid women's shrieks and infants' screams!
Spirits of the uncoffin'd slain,

Sudden blasts of triumph swelling,

Oft, at night, in misty train,

Rush around her narrow dwelling!

The exterminating fiend is fled

(Foul her life, and dark her doom) Mighty armies of the dead

Dance, like death-fires, round her tomb!

60 Then with prophetic song relate,

Each some Tyrant-Murderer's fate!

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Throughout the blissful throng,

Hush'd were harp and song:

Till wheeling round the throne the Lampads1 seven,

(The mystic Words of Heaven)
Permissive signal make:

The fervent Spirit bow'd, then spread his

wings and spake!

"Thou in stormy blackness throning
Love and uncreated Light,

By the Earth's unsolaced groaning,
Seize thy terrors, Arm of might!
By Peace with proffer'd insult scared,
Masked Hate and envying Scorn!
By years of Havoc yet unborn!

And Hunger's bosom to the frost-winds
bared!

But chief by Afric's wrongs,
Strange, horrible, and foul!

By what deep guilt belongs

To the deaf Synod, 'full of gifts and
lies!'

By Wealth's insensate laugh! by Tor-
ture's howl!
Avenger, rise!

Forever shall the thankless Island scowl, 95 Her quiver full, and with unbroken bow? Speak! from thy storm-black Heaven, O speak aloud!

And on the darkling foe

Open thine eye of fire from some uncertain cloud!

O dart the flash! O rise and deal the blow!

100 The Past to thee, to thee the Future cries! Hark! how wide Nature joins her groans below!

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Rise, God of Nature, rise!''

VI

The voice had ceas'd, the Vision fled;
Yet still I gasp'd and reel'd with dread.
And ever, when the dream of night
Renews the phantom to my sight,
Cold sweat-drops gather on my limbs;
My ears throb hot; my eye-balls start;
My brain with horrid tumult swims;

Wild is the tempest of my heart;
And my thick and struggling breath
Imitates the toil of death!
No stranger agony confounds

The soldier on the war-field spread, When all foredone with toil and wounds, Death-like he dozes among heaps of dead!

1 lamps; candlesticks (Seven is a sacred number. See Revelation, 4:5.)