Whence rose that secret sigh? ? What sudden gloom o'erclouds thy cheerful brow! Still pursues some new desires, And, every wish obtain'd, it sighs and pants for more. VI. Are these, O HOPE, the glories of thy reign, Joys which quickly must expire ? And VII. Rise, heavenly visions, rise! Thy beans the sinking heart can cheer, And light the weary pilgrim on his way: For not in vain did Heaven inspire In pain, in pleasure, still the same, It seeks that heav'n from whence it came, And scorns all meaner joys, all transient woes. The soul for perfect bliss design'd Strives in vain that bliss to find, 'Till wing'd by HOPE at length it flies Beyond the narrow bounds of earth, and air, and skies. VIII. Still unmov'd, let HOPE remain Pains torment, or cares annoy: HOPE, secure in real treasure, Mourn her blasted joys no more: Tho' youth, and strength, and life itself decay; Brightest far the parting ray. O'er life's last scene celestial beams shall shine, Lost in endless ecstacy, And never fading joy, in Heaven's full glories reign.. THE FALL OF BABYLON, A prophetic Ode, taken from the 14th Chapter of Isaiah.-J. Sargent, Esq. Ψευδηγορῖιν γὰρ ἐκ ἐπίσταται στόμα Esch. Prom. Vinct. v. 1301. THUS art thou fallen, mighty lord! Thus shall thy curs'd dominion cease! No more thy desolating sword Shall scare the trembling world to peace. Thus art thou fallen! JEHOVAH'S ire, With famine and devouring fire, Lays the proud city low; Reft of her pride and golden state, Behold she feels the captive's bitter fate, The victor's haughty taunt, and sad reverse of woe. I. 2. Heard ye what sounds of frantic mirth No more his iron scourge we dread, The stately cedars to the sky Lift their proud heads, and sing with joy: "Since thou art gone what fears inspire "The wasteful steel or bickering fire?" The towering pines with exultation bow, And wave their giant-arms o'er the green vales below. I. 3. Through the frighted gulf profound, In tumult dread, Heroes and warriors throng around, And sceptered monarchs leave their ghostly thrones: I see their beck'ning forms; I hear The dolorous sounds that thrill the air. Art thou then fallen! is thy disdainful pride, Like our's, confounded in eternal shame ? Where are the bannered hosts that guard thy side, The pomp of triumph, and the shouts of fame? Thy glowing eye balls, veiled with murky clouds, Substantial night and black oblivion shrouds. II. 1. Refulgent star! thy beams are shorn, "My fierce resentment meet ? "Above the heavens I'll plant my throne, "The Mighty One Himself my power shall own, "While all the prostrate kingdoms crouch beneath my feet." II. 2. On the rank beach or dreary waste, Who scattered o'er the nations, with his breath, Terror, and huge despair, and agonizing death? II. 3. The kings and rulers of the land, Some storied bust Or animated column stands ; But thou, unhonoured, tread'st the path of Hell, |