of ignoble cruelty and unequal contention. Away with the boaster who never joins in action, but, like a cormorant, hovers over the field, to feed upon the wounded, and overwhelm the dying. True bravery is as remote from rashness as from hesitation; let us counsel coolly, but let us execute our counselled purposes determinately. In power we have learnt, by that experiment which lost us Heaven, that we are inferior to the Thunder-bearer; In subtlety-in subtlety alone we are his equals. Open war is impossible. Thus we shall pierce our Conqueror, through the race Away with coward wiles!--Death's coal-black pall Him answering rose Mecashpim, who of old, Where stood his temple, and where fragrant cloves And cinnamon upheap'd the sacred pyre, And nightly magi watch'd the everlasting fire. He wav'd his robe of flame, he cross'd his breast, Woven with dark characters; then thus address'd The troubled counsel. I. Thus far have I pursued my solemn theme The lyre, which I in early days have strung; On the dark cypress! and the strings which rung With Jesus' praise, their harpings now are o'er, Or when the breeze comes by moan and are heard no more. And must the harp of Judah sleep again, Oh! thou who visitest the sons of men, I am a youthful traveller in the way, And this slight boon would consecrate to thee, Ere I with Death shake hands, and smile that I am free. |