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Ah Fear! ah frantic Fear !
I see thee near.
Or, in some hollow'd seat
'Gainst which the big waves beat, Hear drowning seamen's cries,in tempests brought? Dark power, with shuddering, meek, submitted Be mine, to read the visions old [thought, Which thy awakening bards have told: And, lest thou meet my blasted view, Hold each strange tale devoutly true;
Ne'er be I found, by thee o'eraw'd,
When Music, heavenly maid! was young,
First Fear his hand, its skill to try,
Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why,
Even at the sound himself had made.
Next Anger rush’d; his eyes, on fire,
In lightnings own’d his secret stings: In one rude clash he struck the lyre,
And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woful measures wan Despair
Low, sullen sounds his grief beguild ; A solemn, strange, and mingled air ;
'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair,
What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure,
And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail : Still would her touch the strain prolong:
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She callid on Echo still, through all her song ;
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope, enchanted, smild, and wav'd her golden
And longer had she sung ;—but, with a frown,
Revenge impatient rose :
And, with a withering look,
And, ever and anon, he beat
The doubling drum, with furious heat. And, though sometimes, each dreary pause beDejected Pity, at his side,
[tween, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his
wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem bursting
from his head.
Thy numbers, Jealousy, to nought were fix'd;
Sad proof of thy distressful state! Of differing themes the veering song was mix'd : And now it courted Love, now raving callid on
Hate. With eyes up-rais’d, as one inspir'd, Pale Melancholy sat retir'd; And, from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul:
And dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure
stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing,
Love of peace, and lonely musing, În hollow murmurs died away.
But 0 ! bow alter'd was its sprigbtlier tone When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue,
Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm’d with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung!
The hunter's call, to Faun and Dryad known.
The oak-crown'd sisters, and their chaste-ey'd
Satyrs and sylvan boys were seen [queen,
Peeping from forth their alleys green : Brown Exercise rejoic'd to hear;
[spear. And Sport leap'd up, and seiz'd his beechen
Last came Joy's ecstatic trial :
First to the lively pipe his hand addrest;
Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd the best : They would have thought, who heard the strain,
They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids,
Amidst the festal sounding shades,
Love fram'd with Mirth a gay fantastic round:
As if he would the charming air repay,. Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
O Music ! sphere-descended maid,