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Brontë, Patrick, 1777-1861.:

THE Nightly Rebel; OR THE CIRCUMSTANCES OF WILLIAM BOWER'S CONVERSION, RELATED IN VERSE.

[from Brontëana. The Rev. Patrick Brontë, A.B., His Collected Works and Life. The Works; And The Brontës of Ireland. Edited, &c., By J. Horsfall Turner (1898)]

1 Around the table, polish'd goblets shine,
2 Fill'd with brown ale, or crown'd with ruddy wine;
3 Each quaffs his glass, and thirsty calls for more,
4 Till maddening mirth, and song, and wild uproar,
5 And idly fierce dispute, and brutal fight,
6 Break the soft slumbers of the peaceful night.
7 Without, within, above, beneath, around,
8 Ungodly jests and deep-mouthed oaths resound;
9 Pale reason trembling, leaves her rocking throne;
10 Truth, honour, virtue, justice, all are flown---
11 The sly dark-glancing harlot's fatal breath,
12 Allures to sin and sorrow, shame and death;
13 The gaming table too, that fatal snare,
14 Beset with fiercest passions fell, is there;
15 Remorse, despair, revenge, and deadly hate,
16 With dark design, in bitter durance wait;
17 Till scarlet murder waves his bloody hand,
18 Gives in sepulchral tone the dread command:
19 Then forth they rush, and from the secret sheath,
20 Draw the keen blade, and do the work of death,
21 The drowsy midnight bell, with iron tongue,
22 Proclaims the parting hour to old and young.
23 Some drench'd in wine, lie snoring on the floor;
24 With reeling steps, some gain the outer door;
25 Then darkling grope, or heedless miss their way,
26 And sleep in miry beds, till dawn of day.
27 Three giant sots, who drank for weeks together,
28 Oft brav'd the fury of the foulest weather,
29 And vauntingly had drain'd whole puncheons dry,
30 Their horses mount, with wild triumphant cry,
31 And on they gallop swifter than the gale.
32 Though blackest shades the low'ring heavens veil.
33 Like arrows swift they pierce the tangling wood,

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34 Shoot down the glen, and stem the roaring flood,
35 Leap on the bank, 'midst clouds of dashing spray,
36 And fast through dangers dread, pursue their way!---
37 But see! the night assumes a blacker hue,
38 Deep thunders roll, quick gleams the lightning blue;
39 The gusty storm comes on with whelming sweep;
40 Uprooted oaks rush down the rocky steep;
41 The streaming clouds, their copious torrents pour,
42 And blacker still, the angry heavens low'r!
43 Bright, and more bright, the quivering lightnings flash;
44 Loud, and more loud, the rattling thunders crash;
45 In hideous darkness, wind, and rain, and fire,
46 Heaven seems to vent on man its hottest ire!---
47 O, sinner! think on that great day of dread,
48 When the last trump shall wake the drowsy dead,
49 When for these thunders, falling skies shall sound,
50 And for these lightnings, far as thought can bound,
51 Through endless space, ten thousand worlds shall flame,
52 And burn to ashes, wide creation's frame!
53 But 'midst this din of elemental war,
54 How speed our heroes? will they fearless dare
55 The night's fell gloom, and all its ruthless ire?---
56 Full on they drive through wind, and rain, and fire:
57 The sounding whip, and bloody steel they ply;
58 Their panting horses swift as lightning fly;
59 Till passing underneath a spreading oak,
60 The fire electrical, with sudden stroke
61 Resistless, rends the stubborn mighty stock,
62 And round the bark flies shivering, with the shock!---
63 Then snorting loud, they darting sidelong, lay
64 Unhurt, their riders, on the mossy way!
65 And pass with reinless speed, the opening glade,
66 And find meet shelter, in the friendly shade.
67 Now, the exhausted lightnings harmless play,
68 With lambent flame, pale as the milky way,
69 That track serene, which by their mingling light,
70 Remotest stars shed on the lovely night.
71 The mellow thunder scarcely heard to roll,
72 Far distant, mutters round the brightening pole;

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73 Hush'd are the winds, the breaking clouds retire,
74 And countless stars light up their twinkling fire:
75 The rising moon unfolds her silver beam,
76 And gaily shines, on tow'r, and tree, and stream.
77 No sound is heard, save where the tinkling rill,
78 In tuneful cadence trickles down the hill;
79 Or sweetest philomel, in yonder grove,
80 Hails the fair scene, in warbling notes of love.
81 But that the fields, and woods are drenched with rain,
82 And that sing'd oak frowns darkly on the plain,
83 The change so sudden, and so fair, might seem
84 The idle workings of a fairy dream!
85 Our heroes with the incident amaz'd,
86 To angry heaven, their faultering voices rais'd:
87 Like guilty Adam, sought the thickest wood,
88 To shun the presence, and the voice of God.
89 Their hearts more stubborn than the knotted oak,
90 That sternly yielded to the thunderstroke,
91 Made forc'd obeisance---but like it remain'd,
92 Of all the softer juices, fairly drain'd,
93 A harder, drier, more unbending stock,
94 Scath'd, but not fertiliz'd, by the dread shock!
95 Soon as the lovely moon illumes the sky,
96 They hurl defiance at the powers on high;
97 To songs obscene, their feign'd devotion change,
98 As through the mazy wood, they fearless range!
99 No lion roars, no hungry tiger growls,
100 Nor wolf, nor leopard, through the forest prowls,
101 Nor bending grass, nor plant, nor rustling brake,
102 Conceals the terrors of the vengeful snake:
103 So safe the way, so lovely, far and near,
104 A lonely child, might dauntless gambol here.
105 But, hark! a hurried tread sounds through the trees!
106 Perchance, 'tis but the rustling of the breeze!---
107 Or startled coney wild, or timid hare,
108 Disturb'd, whilst browsing on its nightly fare!---
109 Yet, three grim figures shot across the way,
110 And glancing arms adorn'd their dark array!---
111 Have giddy fumes disturb'd the 'wilder'd brain
112 Of our bold revellers, with visions vain?

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113 Whate'er the cause; with wary step and slow,
114 They move along---and often, sidelong throw
115 A fearful look---their conscience up in arms,
116 Shakes every languid joint, with dread alarms.
117 At every sound, they stop, with painful start---
118 Feel the cold bullet rankle in their heart;
119 Or, panting writhe beneath the bloody knife,
120 In nameless torture, issue forth their life;
121 And then to judgment, hurry through the air,
122 'Midst all the horrors fell of black despair!
123 Imagination, in her sickly dies,
124 Drew these sad images before their eyes;
125 Pale guilt lent terrors to the airy forms,
126 And shook the mental frame, with all her storms.
127 O, for a pardon from the courts above!
128 O, for one ray of pure celestial love;
129 And that bright hope which gilds the gloom of death,
130 Sweet comfort yielding with our yielding breath!
131 So wish'd our revellers, for well they knew,
132 How to distinguish 'twixt the false and true,
133 And ne'er were infidels but when the dread,
134 Of death's approach, had from their memory fled,
135 And guilty bodings could no solace reap,
136 Save in the hope of blank eternal sleep.
137 But, as they wander'd on they knew not where,
138 A prey to all the horrors of despair;
139 A fond surmise, their throbbing breasts allay'd---
140 'Perchance, our horses ran across the glade!---
141 Their polish'd stirrups in the pale moonlight,
142 Shook glittering terrors on the lovely night.'
143 With eager grasp, the drowning wretch will seize,
144 The willow bowing to the friendly breeze,
145 Conceive a gleam of hope in his last breath,
146 Still hold the treasure, in the grasp of death;
147 E'en when a swollen corse he's dragg'd to land,
148 The faithless reed, is clench'd within his hand!
149 Thus, they on their fond image lean awhile,
150 In jests profane, the lingering night beguile,
151 Laugh at their idle fears, and mock their God,
152 E'en whilst revealing his avenging rod!

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153 But, William, somewhat mov'd, in thoughtful mood,
154 From his companions, at a distance stood;
155 Sent up to heaven, a penitential prayer---
156 But hark! two sudden shots burst through the air!---
157 His gay companions groan, and wheeling round,
158 With dizzy poize, fall lifeless on the ground;
159 E'en ere the echoing peal dies in the wood,
160 Their souls stand trembling at the bar of God!
161 Pale William, horror-struck, stood like a rock---
162 Till half recovering from the dreadful shock,
163 With terror shook, at every whispering breeze,
164 He stole beneath the overarching trees---
165 Each moving shadow seem'd a robber grim;
166 Each vapour gliding through the valley dim,
167 Seem'd pale assassins form'd in dread array---
168 The blackest shades of death beset his way---
169 Still the grim figures mock'd his swimming sight,
170 Till hope return'd with the returning light.
171 When the gay morning sun illumin'd the skies,
172 He grateful, rais'd to heaven, his weeping eyes;
173 Resolv'd through grace divine, to mend his ways,
174 And cheerful, hop'd for purer, happier days.
175 Nor did he hope in vain; for as they tell,
176 Who saw him daily, and who knew him well;
177 He ne'er again, did ply the nightly bowl,
178 He ne'er again did utter language foul,
179 But led a sober, virtuous, godly life,
180 Freed from all danger, sorrow, fear, and strife:
181 And when the hour of dissolution came,
182 And deadly dews o'erspread his sinking frame,
183 His soul sweet rapture caught amidst the strife,
184 And only languish'd into endless life.


Brontë, Patrick, 1777-1861.:

EPITAPHS.

[from Brontëana. The Rev. Patrick Brontë, A.B., His Collected Works and Life. The Works; And The Brontës of Ireland. Edited, &c., By J. Horsfall Turner (1898)]

ON MARY BOWER.
1 Is there a daughter kind and good,
2 Who ne'er a parent's wish withstood,
3 Whose sweetest task, whose daily food,
4 Is to obey;
 
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5 Let her peruse, and to a flood
6 Of tears, give way.
7 Is there a wife, fond, true, and fair,
8 Whose bosom never knows a care,
9 Save what her husband's weal moves there,
10 Let her bemoan,
11 A sister dead; whom reptiles share,
12 Beneath this stone.
13 Is there a mother, whose kind heart,
14 When her lov'd babes, from right depart,
15 Inflicts the rod, yet feels the smart,
16 Let her draw nigh,
17 And all her fondest cares impart---
18 And heave a sigh.
19 Is there a lovely guileless maid,
20 Whose case demands sweet counsel's aid,
21 Here, let her wand'ring feet be stay'd,
22 In sorrow free:
23 A bright example lowly laid,
24 Says, 'Follow me.'
25 Let all the truly good and wise,
26 Who knowledge, truth, religion, prize,
27 With aching hearts, and tearful eyes,
28 For Mary, mourn;
29 For, hence she's fled beyond the skies,
30 Ne'er to return.
31 But, why weep o'er her senseless clay,
32 Whose soul now basks in endless day!---
33 Go, reader---go---she points the way,
34 To joys above;
35 Where death, and hell, ne'er couch for prey,
36 And God is love.
 
 
ON WILLIAM BOWER.
 
1 Here, sceptic stop: perverse to own a lie!---
2 A moment think---and lay your follies by.
3 Stop, bloated epicure: learn from the dead,
4 You leave the board with richest banquets spread.
 
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5 Stop, giddy crowds, that throng the road to hell,
6 Here musing---break the soul-deluding spell.
7 Behold a man, who like yourselves was toss'd,
8 On stormy seas, with helm and compass lost;
9 Till Christ the pole-star, glittered through the dark
10 And grace to harbour blew the shatter'd bark---
11 Beneath this stone, in cold obstruction, rest,
12 With deepest night, and blank oblivion press'd,
13 The bosom with another's joys o'erflown,
14 The heart that bled for sorrows not its own;
15 The head that plann'd how others ought to live,
16 The hands that knew no pleasure, save, to give:
17 The loving husband, father, neighbour, friend,
18 All these, beneath, their ashes darkling blend---
19 Yet, 'tis but sleep---his soul has ta'en its flight,
20 And blooms unfading in the realms of light;
21 And on that latest, most tremendous day,
22 When earth and skies, shall, trembling, pass away;
23 His body wak'd---with loud triumphant song,
24 Shall fairer rise; 'midst the seraphic throng,
25 Its shining consort join---whilst through the air,
26 Angelic legions sing,--- 'Thrice happy pair!
27 Wear these bright robes, partake of endless joy,
28 Where sin, and death, and sorrow, ne'er annoy,
29 Where Christ reflects his Father's brightest ray,
30 And fills the heavens with eternal day!
 
 
THE PHENOMENON OR, AN ACCOUNT IN VERSE, OF THE
 
Extraordinary Disruption of a Bog, Which took place in the Moors of Haworth,
 
On the 12th day of SEPTEMBER, 1824:
 
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TO MY YOUNG READERS. THROUGH
 
the merciful providence of God, and the interposition of kind friends, you are now, as I suppose, in the first class in your Sunday-school, and, consequently are able to read considerably well. This is one reason why I have not been careful to select for you the easiest words and phrases, judging it proper that you should have a dictionary, and be able to find out in it the meaning of such phrases and words as you do not clearly understand. This talent of reading which you possess, will prove a blessing or a curse, just according to the use you make of it. If you read the scriptures and other good books only, your souls will be edified and comforted; but if you read every tract that is put into your hands by cunning and designing people, or eagerly search out for, and peruse such tracts and books as you know before to be bad, then you are sure to be corrupted and misled, and your talent of reading will become a source of sin and misery to yourselves and others. Whatever may tend to give you unworthy notions of Christ; whatever may be calculated to make you think highly of yourselves, or to look down with discontentment upon your lot; whatever would aim at inflaming your natural passions, which are already much too fiery and ungovernable, is bad, and ought carefully to be avoided. Never let the fine style in which a book may be written, nor the recommendations of the licentious, though learned people, induce you to read it, if you have reason beforehand to conclude, that it will not make you both wiser and better. Should you have a taste for poetry or history, biography or science, you may find, within the range of what is altogether unexceptionable, excellent treatises on these subjects. The scriptures themselves afford the finest specimens of beauty and sublimity in the world. I have here written to you in the most interesting manner
 
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I could, on a subject which is of itself very interesting; and I have taken care occasionally to intersperse such observations, as might be profitable as well as pleasing. The phenomenon I am about to speak of, was of an extraordinary nature. During the time of a tremendous storm of thunder, lightning, and rain, a part of the moors in my chapelry, at the time specified in the title-page, sunk into two wide cavities; the larger of which measured three hundred yards in length, about two hundred in breadth, and was five or six yards deep. From these cavities ran deep rivers, which uniting at the distance of a hundred yards, formed a vast volume of mud and water, varying from thirty to sixty yards in breadth, and from five to six in depth; uprooting trees, damaging, or altogether overthrowing solid stone bridges, stopping mills, and occasionally overwhelming fields of corn, all along its course of ten or fifteen miles. Now, the grand First Cause of this, and every other phenomenon, is God, whose instruments all are the elements, to execute his various purposes of infinite justice or mercy. Nevertheless, as to second causes, we may fairly reason thus:--- The moor in which this phenomenon took place, had, for years past, been rather soft and swampy; so that even during the summer season, it required a little precaution in the traveller, to go over it dryshod. It shook also to the tread, and contained several small oozing springs. At the distance of about half a mile, there were eminences also of a marshy nature. Under the surface of the ground, in all probability, a watery and muddy reservoir, or number of reservoirs, communicating with each other, may have been forming for many ages. On the day of the phenomenon, there were heavy rains, much lightning and thunder, and unusually great heat. These reservoirs may have been overcharged by the water that descended immediately upon them, and by that which oozed into them, from the neighbouring eminences. The extraordinary heat also, must have produced considerable expansion, which, in conjunction with the tremour occasioned by the loud thunder, may have caused the surface of the ground to shake and rend, and open a passage for the struggling elements. Whether this may be called the disruption of
 
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a bog, or an earthquake, is of no great consequence, either as it relates to the interest it may excite, or the effects it has produced.
 
 
 
Brontë, Patrick, 1777-1861.:
 
The PHENOMENON, &c.
 
[from Brontëana. The Rev. Patrick Brontë, A.B., His Collected Works and Life. The Works; And The Brontës of Ireland. Edited, &c., By J. Horsfall Turner (1898)]
 
1 THE glowing East in lovely hues was drest,
2 And twilight grey had sunk beneath the west;
3 Star after star had vanished from the sight,
4 Quench'd in the beams of morning's kindling light.
5 The genial sun his blazing front uprear'd;
6 And fast emerging, his vast orb appear'd
7 In all its glory! Clouds and vapours flew,
8 All was gold, and deep ethereal blue;
9 Save a red halo, whose portentous glare,
10 Or said, or seemed to say to all---"beware!"
11 The sprightly lark ascending, hailed the morn,
12 The linnet caroll'd in the dewy thorn;
13 The blackbird's whistle echoed in the wood,
14 The sportive fishes darted through the flood;
15 The scudding hare brush'd off the twinkling dew,
16 The crackling moorcock o'er the common flew;
17 The milk-maid blithe, sung o'er her glowing pail,
18 The lowing cattle gamboll'd through the vale;
19 Each sturdy swain strode on to his employ,
20 And loudly rung the laughing rural joy.
21 The scene is passing fair, did not the eye
22 That red portentous halo descry,
23 The sounds are passing sweet, did not the ear
24 Those deep-mouth'd oaths and jests unseemly hear!
25 Where are those days, alas! by poets feign'd,
26 Those spotless days, when every virtue reign'd;
27 When Eden bloom'd without one tree of sin,
28 And no fell serpent, guileful, lurk'd within:
29 Those days, where are they? In the poet's brain,
30 Whose warm fancy taught the flattering strain;
31 Who painted what he wish'd, not what he knew,
32 Deluding, and deluded as he drew.
33 E'er since the flaming sword, in heavenly strife,
34 With fiery circles coped the tree of life,
 
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35 Denying all access---the poison ran,
36 Of that fair fruit infernal, the whole man
37 Polluting; the bad juice, with subtle flow,
38 Diffused itself throughout; and guilt and woe,
39 And passions fell and fierce, and death's dark gloom,
40 Usurp'd the seat of Eden's lovely bloom.
41 One deadly tree in Eden only grows:
42 Now, every heart its tree of knowledge shews.
43 Ten thousand fallen Eves allurements try;
44 Ten thousand Adams daily eat, and die.
45 And had not He, the second Adam nam'd,
46 Removed the guarding sword, that vengeful flam'd
47 Above the tree of life, and access given
48 To all, to eat, and live, and win his heaven,
49 This guilty world had sunk beneath the ire
50 Of justice infinite, in quenchless fire.
51 The tide of time flowed on, till the bright sun
52 Full half his course in cloudless skies had run;
53 And from high noon his downward way address'd,
54 And sought with glowing wheels the ruddy west.
55 Hush'd were the winds, slept every whispering breeze,
56 And not a leaf stirr'd on the noiseless trees:
57 Yet, signs there were to philosophic eyes,
58 Prognostications sure, that storms should rise
59 Ere day's dark close. Late in the previous night,
60 The reeling stars shot down with slanting light,
61 The crackling blaze hiss'd from the burning wood,
62 And a bright halo round the candle stood;
63 Whose melting stem unfurl'd a curling shroud:
64 Grimalkin thrumm'd, the crickets chirp'd aloud.
65 Fitful and sighing, was the passing gale,
66 And lingering echoes murmur'd through the vale.
67 Now kawing rooks on rapid pinions move,
68 For their lov'd home, the safe sequester'd grove;
69 Far inland scream the frighten'd sea-gulls loud,
70 High the blue heron sails along the cloud;
71 The humming bees, sagacious, homewards fly,
72 The conscious heifer snuffs the tempest nigh:
73 But, see! the hazy sun has reached the west,
74 The murmuring trees proclaim the coming blast.
 
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75 Fast dusty whirlwinds drive along the plain,
76 The gusty tempest gives the slacken'd rein;
77 Low bend the trees, the lofty steeples rock,
78 And firmest fabrics own the sullen shock.
79 Condensing fast, the black'ning clouds o'erspread
80 The low'ring sky: the frequent lightning red,
81 With quivering glance, the streaming clouds do sunder
82 And rumbles deep, and long, and loud, the thunder!
83 The tempest gathering from the murky west,
84 Rests on the peak, and forms a horrid crest.
85 Down pour the heavy clouds their copious streams,
86 Quick shoots the lightning's fiercely vivid gleams;
87 And loud and louder peals the crashing thunder;
88 The mountains shake as they would rend asunder.
89 But, see! the solid ground, like ocean driven,
90 With mighty force by the four winds of heaven,
91 In strange commotion rolls its earthy tide---
92 Whilst the riven mountain from its rugged side,
93 A muddy torrent issues, dark and deep,
94 That foaming, thunders down the trembling steep
95 As high on Alpine hills, for ages past,
96 The falling snows, pil'd by the stiff'ning blast,
97 Rise a huge mountain on the dazzled eye,
98 Jut o'er their base, far curling in the sky;
99 Till, by their weight, these mighty masses fail,
100 And breaking, thunder down the trembling vale;
101 Bury whole towns in everlasting snow,
102 And chill with horror pale, the world below.
103 So, rocks on rocks, pil'd by the foaming flood,
104 All its vast force with trembling base withstood;
105 Till the indignant waves collecting fast,
106 Form'd a dark lake, urged by the incumbent blast;
107 And push'd at once, with wide resistless sway,
108 The mighty mass, 'midst thund'ring sounds, away;
109 Shook all the neighbouring hills, and thrill'd with fear,
110 The peasant's heart, and stunn'd his listening ear!
111 On whirring wings the startled moorcocks fly;
112 The fleeing gunners pass unheeding by;
113 The labouring peasants haste, with sturdy stride,
114 To 'scape the danger of the coming tide;
 
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115 The bleating sheep, or heedless, or too slow;
116 The cattle with a loud, last dismal low;
117 The bridges, trees and rocks, and earthy mounds,
118 With thundering crash, and deepening hollow sounds,
119 In dread confusion, tumble in the waves
120 Of that thick flood, that darkens, foams, and raves,
121 With loud resistless force, and loosen'd rein,
122 Threatening to whelm the wide adjacent plain:
123 And had not God, who stills the ocean's roar,
124 And hems it in with one eternal shore,
125 Said to the wide, the deep disparting hill---
126 "Restrain thy foaming fury---peace, be still,
127 When thou hast reach'd my last defined degree---"
128 The country round had swum one murky sea;
129 Whilst Albion loud had rais'd her plaintive wail,
130 And he who writes had never told the tale.
131 Thus, Power Infinite, and Love Divine,
132 The utmost bounds of Satan's rage define;
133 Even when he seems to roam without a rein,
134 God counts the links of his eternal chain:
135 Making his flood, that would the world assail,
136 Flow through the limits of a narrow vale;
137 Still lessening, till it gains its last degree,
138 And sinks for aye in mercy's shoreless sea.
139 As onward rolls the dark, resistless tide,
140 Pale, trembling mortals, flee on either side.
141 The clanking engines, and the busy mill,
142 In thick obstruction, deep immersed, stand still.
143 Grim devastation lord's it o'er the plain,---
144 The gardens bloom, the mead, the yellow grain,
145 The green plantation, and the brambly wood,
146 Lie deeply buried in the murky flood.
147 The finny tribe to 'scape these horrors try,
148 And sunk in muddy suffocation die.
149 The snowy geese, that crop the grassy brim,
150 The motley ducks, that gabbling, featly swim
151 With unsuspecting joy, await the roar
152 Of that thick flood, that tangling, whelms them o'er.
153 All nature sinks, and dies beneath the sway
154 Of those black waves, that ponderous force their way,
 
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155 O'er trees, and rocks, and high opposing mounds,
156 Breasting along with hollow, thund'ring sounds!
157 But as the fiercest passion soonest dies,
158 And lightest fuel first in ashes lies,
159 So this vast flood, that foam'd with loudest roar,
160 Was, self-exhausted, soonest heard no more;
161 For, long ere night was clad in sable vest,
162 It sank within its banks, and went to rest;
163 Whilst many a muddy stream went trickling still,
164 With tinkling music down the neighbouring hill;
165 And many a rivulet pursued its way,
166 With wid'ning surface, till another day.
167 If, whilst the torrent swept a narrow vale,
168 Misgiving mortals shook with horror pale,
169 How dread the horrors keen, that thrilling ran
170 With dire foreboding through each soul of man,
171 When the vast deluge, fathomless, was hurl'd
172 A shoreless ocean, round a guilty world!
173 And what a hell of dread will burn within
174 The graceless soul, that trod the path of sin,
175 When on the latest day of God's hot ire,
176 The earth and heavens will sink in liquid fire!
177 But, O! what heavenly joy will then impart
178 Its strongest impulse to the pious heart,
179 When the great Judge will loud approving say---
180 "Come with me, to the heaven of heavens, away!"
181 Whilst the seraphic choirs strike all their strings,
182 And sing Hosannah to the King of kings!
183 And the new earth and heavens wide echo round,
184 The sweet, triumphal, loud, immortal sound!
                                                                                                                     
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