Death's prime Slave-merchants! Scorpion-whips of When, stung to rage by Pity, eloquent men
Fate!

Have roused with pealing voice unnumber'd tribes Nor least in savagery of holy zeal,

That toil and groan and bleed, hungry and blind. Apt for the yoke, the race degenerate,

These hush'd awhile with patient eye serene, Whom Britain erst had blush'd to call her sons ! Shall watch the mad careering of the storm; Thee to defend the Moloch Priest prefers Then o'er the wild and wavy chaos rush The prayer of hate, and bellows to the herd And tame the outrageous mass, with plastic might That Deity, Accomplice Deity

Moulding Confusion to such perfect forms, In the fierce jealousy of waken'd wrath

As erst were wont, bright visions of the day! Will go forth with our armies and our fleets, To float before them, when, the Summer noon, To scatter the red ruin on their foes?

Beneath some archd romantic rock reclined, O blasphemy! to mingle fiendish deeds

They felt the sea-breeze lift their youthful locks; With blessedness!

Or in the month of blossoms, at mild eve,

Wandering with desultory feet inhaled
Lord of unsleeping Love,*

The wafted perfumes, and the rocks and woods From everlasting Thou! We shall not die.

And many-tinted streams and seuing Sun These, even these, in mercy didst thou form, With all his gorgeous company of clouds Teachers of Good through Evil, by brief wrong

Ecstatic gazed! then homeward as they stray'd Making Truth lovely, and her future might

Cast the sad eye to earth, and inly mused Magnetic o'er the fix'd untrembling heart. Why there was Misery in a world so fair.

Ah far removed from all that glads the sense,

From all that softens or ennobles Man,
In the primeval age a dateless while
The vacant Shepherd wander'd with his flock,

The wretched Many! Bent beneath their loads Piching his tent where'er the green grass waved.

They gape at pageant Power, nor recognize

Their cots' transmuted plunder! From the tree. But soon Imagination conjnred up An host of new desires : with busy aim,

Of Knowledge, ere the vernal sap had risen Each for himself, Earth's eager children toil'd.

Rudely disbranch'd! Blessed Society !

Fitliest depictured by some sun-scorch'd waste, & Property began, two-streaming fount,

Where oft majestic through the tainted noon Whence Vice and Virtue flow, honey and gall.

The Simoom sails, before whose purple pomp Hence the soft couch, and many-color'd robe, The tinbrel, and arch'd dome and costly feast,

Who falls not prostrate dies! And where by night,

Fast by each precious fountain on green herbs With all the inventive arts, that nursed the soul

The lion couches; or hyena dips
To forms of beauty, and by sensual wants

Deep in the lucid stream his bloody jaws;
Unsensualized the mind, which in the means
Leart to forget the grossness of the end,

Or serpent plants his vast moon-glittering bulk, Best pleasured with its own activity.

Caught in whose monstrous twine Behemoth* yells, And hence Disease that withers manhood's arm,

His bones loud-crashing !
The dagger'd Envy, spirit-quenching Want,
Warriors, and Lords, and Priests--all the sore ills

O ye numberless, That rex and desolate our mortal life.

Whom foul Oppression's russian gluttony Wide-wasting ills! yet each the immediate source Drives from life's plenteous feast! O thou poor Of mightier good. Their keen necessities

wretch, To ceaseless action goading human thought Who nursed in darkness and made wild by want, Have made Earth's reasoning animal her Lord; Roamest for prey, yea thy unnatural hand And the pale-featured Sage's trembling hand Dost lift to deeds of blood! O pale-eyed form, Strong as an host of armed Deities,

The victim of seduction, doom'd to know | Such as the blind Ionian fabled erst.

Polluted nights and days of blasphemy ;

Who in lothed orgies with lewd wassailers From Avarice thus, from Luxury and War Must gaily laugh, while thy remember'd home Sprang heavenly Science ; and from Science Gnaws like a viper at thy secret heart ! Freedom.

O aged Women! ye who weekly catch O'er waken'd realms Philosophers and Bards

The morsel toss'd by law-forced Charity, Spread in concentric circles : they whose souls, And die so slowly, that none call it murder! Conscious of their high dignities from God, O lothely Suppliants ! ye, that unreceived Brook not Wealth's rivalry! and they who long

Totter heart-broken from the closing gates Enamourd with the charms of order hate

Of the full Lazar-house : or, gazing, stand The unseemly disproportion : and whoe'er Sick with despair! O ye to Glory's field Turn with mild sorrow from the victor's car

Forced or ensnared, who, as ye gasp in death, And the low puppetry of thrones, to muse

Bleed with new wounds beneath the Vulture's beak On that blest triumph, when the patriot Sage

O thou poor Widow, who in dreams dost view Callid the red lightnings from the o'er-rushing eloud, Thy Husband's mangled corse, and from short doze And dash'd the beauteous Terrors on the earth Start'st with a shriek; or in thy half-thatch'd cot Smiling majestic. Such a phalanx ne'er

Waked by the wintry night-storm, wet and cold, Measured firm paces to the calming sound Cow'rst-o'er thy screaming baby! Rest awhile or Spartan flute! These on the fated day,

• Behemoth, in Hebrew, signifies wild beasts in general. 2. Ant thou not from everlasting. O Lord, mine Holy one ? Some believe it is the elephant, some the hippopotamus; some We shall not die. O Lord, thou hast ordained them for judg. affirm it is the wild bull. Puetically, it designales any large bent, etc.-Habakkuk.

quadruped.

Children of Wretchedness! More groans must rise. With conscious zeal had urged Love's wondrous plan,
More blood must stream, or ere your wrongs be full. Coadjutors of God. To Milton's trump
Yet is the day of Retribution nigh:

The high Groves of the renovated Earth
The Lamb of God hath open'd the fifth seal : Unbosom their glad echoes : inly hush'd,
And upward rush on swiftest wing of fire Adoring Newton his serener eye
The innumerable multitude of wrongs

Raises to heaven: and he of mortal kind
By man on man inflicted! Rest awhile,

Wisest, he* first who mark'd the ideal tribes Children of Wretchedness! The hour is nigh; Up the fine fibres through the sentient brain. And lo! the Great, the Rich, the Mighty Men,. Lo! Priestley there, Patriot, and Saint, and Sage, The Kings and the Chief Captains of the World, Him, full of years, from his loved native land With all that fix'd on high like stars of Heaven Statesmen blood-stain'd and Priests idolatrous Shot baleful influence, shall be cast to earth, By dark lies maddening the blind multitude Vile and down-trodden, as the untimely fruit Drove with vain hate. Calm, pitying, he retired, Shook from the fig-tree by a sudden storm. And mused expectant on these promised years. Even now the storm begins : * each gentle name, Faith and meek Piety, with fearful joy

O years ! the blest pre-eminence of Saints ! Tremble far-off-for lo! the Giant Frenzy,

Ye sweep athwart my gaze, so heavenly bright, Uprooting empires with his whirlwind arm,

The wings that veil the adoring Seraph's eyes, Mocketh high Heaven ; burst hideous from the cell What time he bends before the Jasper Throne,t Where the old Hag, unconquerable, huge,

Reflect no lovelier hues ! yet ye depart, Creation's eyeless drudge, black Ruin, sits

And all beyond is darkness! Heights most strange, Nursing the impatient earthquake.

Whence Fancy falls, fluttering her idle wing.
For who of woman born may paint the hour,

When seized in his mid course, the Sun shall wane
O return!

Making noon ghastly! Who of woman born Pure Faith! meek Piety! The abhorred Form

May image in the workings of his thought, Whose scarlet robe was stiff with earthly pomp,

How the black-visaged, red-eyed. Fiend outstretch'di Who drank iniquity in cups of gold,

Beneath the unsteady feet of Nature groans, Whose names were many and all blasphemous,

In feverish slumbers--destin'd then to wake, Hath met the horrible judgment! Whence that cry? When fiery whirlwinds thunder his dread name The mighty army of foul Spirits shriek'd

And Angels shout, Destruction! How his arm Disherited of earth! For she hath fallen

The last great Spirit lifting high in air On whose black front was written Mystery ;

Shall swear by Him, the ever-living One,
She that reel'd heavily, whose wine was blood;

Time is no more !
She that work'd whoredom with the Demon Power,
And from the dark embrace all evil things

Believe thou, O my soul,
Brought forth and nurtured : mitred Atheism :
And patient Folly who on bended knee

Life is a vision shadowy of Truth ;
Gives back the steel that stabb'd him; and pale And vice, and anguish, and the wormy grave,
Fear

Shapes of a dream! The veiling clouds retire,
Hunted by ghastlier shapings than surround

And lo! the Throne of the redeeming God
Moon-blasted Madness when he yells at midnight! Forth flashing unimaginable day,
Return, pure Faith! return, meek Piety!

Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell.
The kingdoms of the world are yours: cach heart,
Self-govern'd, the vast family of Love

Contemplant Spirits! ye that hover o'er Raised from the common carth by common toil,

With untired gaze the immeasurable fount Enjoy the equal produce. Such delights

Ebullient with creative Deity! As float to earth, permitted visitants !

And ye of plastic power, that interfused When in some hour of solemn jubilee

Roll through the grosser and material mass
The massy gates of Paradise are thrown

In organizing surge! Holies of God!
Wide open, and forth come in fragments wild (And what if Moriads of the infinite mind)
Sweet echoes of unearthly melodies,

I haply journeying my immortal course
And odors snatch'd from beds of Amaranth, Shall sometime join your mystic choir? Till then
And they, that from the crystal river of life I discipline my young noviciate thought
Spring up on freshen'd wing, ambrosial gales !

In ministries of heart-stirring song, The favor'd good man in his lonely walk

And aye on Meditation's heavenward wing Perceives them, and his silent spirit drinks

Soaring aloft I breathe the empyreal air Strange bliss which he shall recognize in heaven.

Of Love, omnific, omnipresent Love, And such delights, such strange beatitude

Whose day-spring rises glorious in soul

my Seize on my young anticipating heart

As the great Sun, when he his influence When that blest future rushes on my view!

Sheds on the frost-bound waters—The glad stream For in his own and in his Father's might

Flows to the ray, and warbles as it flows.
The Savior comes! While as the Thousand Years
Lead up their mystic dance, the Desert shouts!

* David Hartley.
Old Ocean claps his hands! The mighty Dead
Rise to new life, whoe'er from earliest time

† Rev. Chap. iv. v. 2 and 3.--And immediately I was in the Spirit: and behold, a Throne was set in Heaven, and one sat on the throne. And he that sat was to look upon like a jasper

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And what if some rebellious, o'er dark realms

Arrogate power? yet these train up to God,
THE DESTINY OF NATIONS.

And on the rude eye, unconfirm'd for day,

Flash meteor-lights better than total gloom.
A VISION.

As ere from Lieule-Oaive's vapory head

The Laplander beholds the far-off Sun AUSPICIOUS Reverence! Hush all meaner song, Dart his slant beam on unobeying snows, Ere we the deep preluding strain have pour'd

While yet the stern and solitary Night To the Great Father, only Rightful King,

Brooks no alternate sway, the Boreal Morn Eternal Father! King Omnipotent!

With mimic lustre substitutes its gleam,
The Will, the Word, the Breath,—the Living God. Guiding his course or by Niemi lake

Or Balda-Zhiok,* or the mossy stone
Such symphony requires best instrument. of Solfar-kapper,† while the snowy blast
Seize, then! my soul! from Freedom's trophied dome, Drifts arrowy by, or eddies round his sledge,
The Harp which hangeth high between the Shields Making the poor babe at its mother's backt
Of Brutus and Leonidas! With that

Scream in its scanty cradle: he the while
Strong music, that soliciting spell, force back Wins gentle solace as with upward eye
Earth's free and stirring spirit that lies entranc'd. He marks the streamy banners of the North,

Thinking himself those happy spirits shall join For what is Freedom, but the unfetter'd use

Who there in floating robes of rosy light

Dance sportively. For Fancy is the Power
Of all the powers which God for use had given?
But chietly this, him First, him Last to view

That first unsensualizes the dark mind,
Through meaner powers and secondary things

Giving it new delights; and bids it swell Effulgent, as through clouds that veil his blaze.

With wild activity ; and peopling air,

By obscure fears of Beings invisible,
For all that meets the bodily sense I deem
Symbolical, one mighty alphabet

Emancipates it from the grosser thrall
For infant minds; and we in this low world

Of the present impulse, teaching Self-control, Placed with our backs to bright Reality,

Till Superstition with unconscious hand

Seat Reason on her throne. Wherefore not vain, That we may learn with young unwounded ken The substance from its shadow. Infinite Love,

Nor yet without permitted power impress’d, Whose latenee is the plenitude of All,

I deem'd those legends terrible, with which Thou with retracted Beams, and Self-eclipse

The polar ancient thrills his uncouth throng;
Veiling, revealest thine eternal Son.

Whether of pitying Spirits that make their moan
O'er slaughter'd infants, or that Giant Bird

Vuokho, of whose rushing wings the noise
But some there are who deem themselves most free Is Tempest, when the unutterable shapeý
When they within this gross and yisible sphere Speeds from the mother of Death, and utters once
Chain down the winged thought, scoffing ascent, That shriek, which never Murderer heard and lived.
Proud in their meanness: and themselves they cheat Or if the Greenland Wizard in strange trance
With noisy emptiness of learned phrase,

Pierces the untravell'd realms of Ocean's bed Their subtle fluids, impacts, essences,

(Where live the innocent, as far from cares Self-working tools, uncaus'd effects, and all As from the storms and overwhelming waves Those blind Omniscients, those Almighty Slaves, Dark tumbling on the surface of the deep), Untenanting creation of its God.

Over the abysm, even to that uttermost cavo

By misshaped prodigies beleaguer'd, such But pmperties are God': the naked mass

As Earth ne'er bred, nor Air, nor the upper Sea. (If mass there be, fantastic Guess or Ghost)

There dwells the Fury Form, whose unheard Acts only by its inactivity. Here we pause humbly. Others boldlier think

With eager eye, pale cheek, suspended breath, That as one body seems the aggregate Of Atoms numberless, each organized; So, by a strange and dim similitude,

• Balda Zhiok; i. e. mons altitudinis, the highest mountain Infinite myriads of self-conscious minds

in Lapland. Are one all-conscious Spirit, which informs

† Solfar Kapper; capitium Solfar, hic locus omnium quot

quot veterum Lapponum superstitio sacrificiis religiosoque culWith absolute ubiquity of thought

tui dedicavit, celebratissimus erat, in parte sinus australis situg (His one eternal self-affirming Act!)

semimilliaris spatio a mari distans. Ipse locus, quem curiositatis All his involved Monads, that yet seem

gratia aliquando me invisisse memini, duabus prealtis lapidibus, With various province and apt agency

sibi invicem oppositis, quorum alter musco circumdatus erat,

constabat.--Leemiue De Lapponibus. Each to pursue its own self-centering end.

name

And lips half-opening with the dread of sound, Was moulded to such features as declared
Unsleeping Silence guards, worn out with fear, That Pity there had oft and strongly work'd,
Lest, haply escaping on some treacherous blast, And sometimes Indignation. Bold her mien,
The fateful word let slip the Elements,

And like a haughty Huntress of the woods
And frenzy Nature. Yet the wizard her,

She mov'd: yet sure she was a gentle maid ! Arm'd with Torngarsuck’s* power, the Spirit of And in each motion her most innocent soul Good,

Beam'd forth so brightly, that who saw would say Forces to unchain the foodful progeny

Guilt was a thing impossible in her!
Of the Ocean's stream.-Wild phantasies! yet wise, Nor idly would have said for she had lived
On the victorious goodness of High God

In this bad World as in a place of Tombs,
Teaching Reliance, and Medicinal Hope,

And touch'd not the pollutions of the Dead.
Till from Bethabra northward, heavenly Truth,
With gradual steps winning her difficult way,
Transfer their rude Faith perfected and pure.

'T was the cold season, when the Rustic's eye

From the drear desolate whiteness of his fields If there be Beings of higher class than Man,

Rolls for relief to watch the skiey tints I deem no nobler province they possess,

And clouds slow varying their huge imagery;

When now, as she was wont, the healthful Maid Than by disposal of apt circumstance To rear up Kingdoms: and the deeds they prompt,

Had left her pallet ere one beam of day Distinguishing from mortal agency,

Slanted the fog-smoke. She went forth alone, They choose their human ministers from such states Urged by the indwelling angel-guide, that oft, As still the Epic song half fears to name,

With dim inexplicable sympathies Repell’d from all the Minstrelsies that strike

Disquieting the Heart, shapes out Man's course The Palace-roof and soothe the Monarch's pride.

To the predoom'd adventure. Now the ascent

She climbs of that steep upland, on whose top

The Pilgrim-Man, who long since eve had watch'd And such, perhaps, the Spirit, who (if words

The alien shine of unconcerning Stars, Witness'd by answering deeds may claim our Faith)

Shouts to himself, there first the Abbey-lights
Held commune with that warrior-maid of France
Who scourged the Invader. From her infant days, The winding sheep-track yale-ward : when, behold

Seen in Neufchatel's vale; now slopes adown
With Wisdom, Mother of retired Thoughts,
Her soul had dwelt; and she was quick to mark

In the first entrance of the level road

An unattended Team! The foremost horse
The good and evil thing, in human lore
Undisciplined. For lowly was her Birth,

Lay with stretch'd limbs; the others, yet alive, And Heaven had doom'd her early years to Toil,

But stiff and cold, stood motionless, their manes That pure from Ty ny's least deed, herself

Hoar with the frozen night-dews. Dismally Unsear’d by Fellow-natures, she might wait

The dark-red down now glimmerd; but its gleams

Disclosed no face of man. The Maiden paused, On the poor Laboring man with kindly looks, And minister refreshment to the tired

Then haild who might be near. No voice replied. Way-wanderer, when along the rough-hewn Bench

From the thwart wain at length there reach'd her The sweltry man had stretch'd him, and aloft

A sound so feeble that it almost seem'd
Vacantly watch'd the rudely pictured board
Which on the Mulberry-bough with welcome creak Distant: and seebly, with slow effort push'a,
Swung to the pleasant breeze. Here, too, the Maid The silent frost had eat, scathing like fire.

A miserable man crept forth : his limbs
Learnt more than Schools could teach: Man's shift. Faint on the shafts he rested. She, meantime,

ing mind,
His Vices and his Sorrows! And full oft

Saw crowded close beneath the coverture At Tales of cruel Wrong and strange Distress

A mother and her children-lifeless all, Had wept and shiver'd. To the tottering Eld.

Yet lovely! not a lineament was marrdStill as a Daughter, would she run: she placed

Death had put on so slumber-like a form! His cold Limbs at the sunny Door, and loved

It was a piteous sight; and one, a babe, To hear him story, in his garrulous sort,

The crisp milk frozen on its innocent lips, Of his eventful years, all come and gone.

Lay on the woman's arm, its little hand

Stretch'd on her bosom,
So twenty seasons past. The Virgin's Form,
Active and tall, nor Sloth nor Luxury

Mutely questioning,
Had shrunk or paled. Her front sublime and broad, The Maid gazed wildly at the living wretch.
Her fexile eye-brows wildly hair'd and low, He, his head feebly turning, on the group
And her full eye, now bright, now unillum'd, Look'd with a vacant stare, and his eye spoke
Spake more than Woman's Thought; and all her The drowsy pang that steals on worn-out anguish.
face

She shudder'di but, each vainer pang subdued,

Quick disentangling from the foremost horse * They call the Good Spirit Torngarsuck. The other great The rustic bands, with difficulty and toil but malignant spirit is a nameless Female; she dwells under the stiff cramp'd team forced homeward. There the sea in a great house, where she can detain in captivity all

arrived, the animals of the ocean by her magic power. When a dearth befalls the Greenlanders, an Angekok or magician must under- Anxiously tends him she with healing herbs, take a journey thither. He passes through the kingdom of And weeps and prays—but the numb power of Death souls, over an horrible abyss into the Palace of this phantom, Spreads o'er his limbs; and ere the noontide hour, .nd by his enchantments causes the captive creatures to ascend The hovering spirits of his wife and Babes directly to the surface of the ocean.See Crantz' Hist. of Greenland, vol. 1. 206.

Hail him immortal! Yet amid his pangs,

ear

With interruptions long from ghastly throes, Sent forth, when she the Protoplast beheld
His voice had falter'd out this simple tale. Stand beauteous on Confusion's charmed wave.

Moaning she fled, and entered the Profound
The Village, where he dwelt an Husbandman, That leads with downward windings to the Cave
By sudden inroad had been seized and fired Of darkness palpable, Desert of Death
Late on the yester-evening. With his wife Sunk deep beneath Gehenna's massy roots.
And little ones be hurried his escape.

There many a dateless age the Beldame lurk'd They saw the neighboring Hamlets flame, they And trembled; till engender'd by fierce Hate, heard

Fierce Hate and gloomy Hope, a Dream arose, Uproar and shrieks! and terror-struck drove on Shaped like a black cloud mark'd with streaks of Through unfrequented roads, a weary way!

fire. But saw nor house nor cottage. All had quench'd It roused the Hell-IIag: she the dew damp wiped Their evening hearth-fire: for the alarm had spread. From off her brow, and through the uncouth maze The air clipt keen, the night was fang'd with frost, Retraced her steps; but ere she reach'd the mouth And they provisionless! The weeping wife Of that drear labyrinth, shuddering she paused, Ill hush'd her children's moans ; and still they Nor dared re-enter the diminish'd Gulf. moan'd,

As through the dark vaults of some moulder'd Till Fright and Cold and Hunger drank their life.

Tower They closed their eyes in sleep, nor knew 'I was (Which, fearful to approach, the evening Hind Death.

Circles at distance in his homeward way) He only, lashing his o'er-wearied team,

The winds breathe hollow, deem'd the plaining groan Gain'd a sad respite, till beside the base

of prison'd spirits; with such fearful voice Of the high hill his foremost horse dropp'd dead.

Night murmur'd, and the sound through Chaos went. Then hopeless, strengthless, sick for lack of food, Leap'd at her call her hideous-fronted brood ! He crept beneath the coverture, entranced,

A dark behest they heard, and rush'd on earth ; Till waken'd by the maiden.-Such his tale.

Since that sad hour, in Camps and Courts adored,

Rebels from God, and Monarchs o'er Mankind !" Ah! suffering to the height of what was suffer'd, Suung with too keen a sympathy, the Maid

From his obscure haunt Brooded with moving lips, mute, startful, dark !

Shriek'd Fear, of Cruelty the ghastly Dam,
And now her fush'd tumultuous features shot
Such strange vivacity, as fires the eye

Feverish yet freezing, eager-paced yet slow,
Of misery Fancy-crazed ! and now once more

As she that creeps from forth her swampy reeds, Naked, and void, and fix'd, and all within

Ague, the biform Hag! when early Spring
The unquiet silence of confused thought

Beams on the marsh-bred vapors.
And shapeless feelings. For a mighty hand
Was strong upon her, till in the heat of soul
To the high hill-top tracing back her steps,

“ Even so" (the exulting Maiden said) Aside the beacon, up whose sinoulder'd stones

The sainted Heralds of Good Tidings fell, The tender ivy-trails crept thinly, there,

And thus they witness'd God! But now the clouds Unconscious of the driving element,

Treading, and storms beneath their feet, they soar Yea, swallow'd up in the ominous dream, she sate Higher, and higher soar, and soaring sing Ghasily as broad-eyed Slumber! a dim anguish Loud songs of Triumph! () ye spirits of God, Breathed from her look! and still, with pant and sob, Hover around my mortal agonies !". Inly she toil'd to flee, and still subdued,

She spake, and instantly faint melody Felt an inevitable Presence near.

Melts on her ear, soothing and sad, and slow,

Such Measures, as at calmest midnight heard Thus as she told in troublous ecstasy,' By aged Hermit in his holy dream, An horror of great darkness wrapt her round, Foretell and solace death ; and now they rise And a voice ultered forth unearthly tones, Louder, as when with harp and mingled voice Calming her soul," () Thou of the Most High The white-robed* multitude of slaughter'd saints Chosen, whom all the perfected in Heaven At Heaven's wide-apend portals gratulant Behold expectant

Receive some martyr'd Patriot. The harmony

Entranced the Maid, till each suspended sense (The following fragments were intended to form part of the Brief slumber seized, and confused ecstasy. Poern when finished.]

At length awakening slow, she gazed around : • Maid beloved of Heaven !" And through a Mist, the relic of that trance (To her the tutelary Power exclaim'd)

Still thinning as she gazed, an Isle appear'd, u Of Chaos the adventurous progeny

Its high, o'er-hanging, white, broad-breasted cliffs, Thou seest; foul missionaries of foul sire, Glass'd on the subject ocean. A vast plain Fierce to regain the losses of that hour

Stretch'd opposite, where ever and anon
When Love rose glittering, and his gorgeous wings
Over the abyss flutter'd with such glad noise,
As what time after long and pestful calms,