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See there the injur'd Poet bleed !
What horror freezes every vein !
Yet not alone such themes demand
I view with melting eyes
Her infant sire with food supplies.
His squalid hair, and galling chains:
His hoary head her hand sustains;
Lo! there the wild Assyrian queen,
While pale Sedition trembling stood;
With hope, or fear, or love, by turns,
As Sculpture waves her hand;
And rise and fall by her command. When now life's wasted lamps expire,
When sinks to dust this mortal frame, She, like Prometheus, grasps the fire ;
Her touch revives the lambent Aame;
Hence, where the organ full and clear,
Where tints of thousand hues are stor’d;
Here, as Devotion, heavenly queen,
At NEWTON's shrine they bow!
Hail, mighty Mind ! hail, awful name!
I feel inspir'd my lab’ring breast; And lo! I pant, I burn for fame!
Come, Science, bright etheral guest,
Could I to one faint ray aspire,
To thee shall swell the breathing bust : Shall here (for his reward thy merits claim) “ Stand next to place in Newton, as in fame.”
Come, musing Silence, nor refuse to shed
Thy sober influence o'er this darkling cell :
Nor dost thou only love to dwell
For still at eve's serenest hour
The last faint gleamings of the twilight sky.
For here, with solemn' mystic rite,
Wert thou invok'd to consecrate the ground, Ere these rude walls were rear'd remote from sight,
Or ere with moss this shaggy roof was crown'd.
Hail! blessed parent of each purer thought,
Here wilt thou never fail to find
My vacant solitude inclin'd
Whether thou bid me meditate
For Hope's rewarding joys beyond the grave :
Which in the raptur'd seraph glows above, Where sainted myriads crowd the joyful choir,
And harp their praises round the throne of love. The trifling sons of Levity and Pride Hence shall thy awful seriousness exclude ;
Nor shall loud Riot's thoughtless train
With frantic mirth this grot profane. No foe to peace shall here intrude.