Are spread, where'er the moist earth drinks the day,
Forget the ancient care that taught and nursed
His latest offspring? will he quench the ray
Infused by his own forming smile at first,

And leave a work so fair all blighted and accursed?

VIII.

Oh, no! a thousand cheerful omens give
Hope of yet happier days, whose dawn is nigh.
He who has tamed the elements, shall not live
The slave of his own passions; he whose eye
Unwinds the eternal dances of the sky,
And in the abyss of brightness dares to span
The sun's broad circle, rising yet more high,

In God's magnificent works his will shall scan-
And love and peace shall make their paradise with man.

IX.

Sit at the feet of history-through the night

Of years the steps of virtue she shall trace,

And show the earlier ages, where her sight
Can pierce the eternal shadows o'er their face ;-

When, from the genial cradle of our race,

Went forth the tribes of men, their pleasant lot

To choose, where palm-groves cooled their dwelling-place,

Or freshening rivers ran; and there forgot

The truth of heaven, and kneeled to gods that heard them not.

ath the spor arcass lav:

rd, by the Spaw of the glen.

The robhejawejɛ bis flock awny,

54 babes The sies, untender then, sila, mungongde, and died 'alar trom.

in persion's strife

auto surry, pleding long,

gracze deeds to gladden lite :

co sons or spoil and wrong,

walked their hatalets, and grew at

the shadow of thei might