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MESSI A H.

Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song:
To heav'nly themes sublimer strains belong.
The mosly fountains, and the sylvan 1 hades,
The dreains of Pindus, and th' Aonian maids,
Delight no more

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Rapt into future times, the bard begun:
A virgin shall conceive, a virgin bear a fon!
From Jefle's root behold a branch arise,
Whole facred flow'r with fragrance fills the skies.
Th' aethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall move,
And on its top descends the mystic dote.
Ye heav'ns! from high the dewy nectar pour,
And in soft silence Shed the kindly show'r!
The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid,
From storms a shelter, and from heat a shade.
All crimes shall cease, and ancient fraud shall fail;
Returning Justice lift aloft her fcale;
Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend,
And white-rob'd innocence from heav'n defcend.
Swift fly the years, and rise th' expected morn!
Oh spring to light, auspicious babe be born!!
See nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring,
With all the incense of the breathing spring:
See lofty Lebanon his head advance,
See nodding forests on the mountains dance:
See spicy clouds from lowly Saron rise,
And Carmel's flow'ry top perfumes the skies!
Heark! a glad voice the lonely defert cheers;
Prepare the way! a god, a god appears:
A god, a god! the vocal hills reply,
The rocks proclaim th’approaching Deity.
Lo, earth receives him from the bending skies!
Sink down, ye mountains, and, ye valleys, rise;
With heads declin'd, ye cedars, homage pay!
Be smooth, ye rocks; ye rapid foods, give way!

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The saviour comes ! by ancient bards foretold:
Hear him, ye deaf, and all ye blind, behold!
He from thick films fhall purge the visual ray,
And on the fightless eye-ball pour the day:
Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear,
And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear:
The dumb fhall fing, the lame his crutch forego,
And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
No sigh, no murmur the wide world shall hear,
From ev'ry face he wipes off ev'ry tear.
In adamantine chains shall Death be bound,
And hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound.
As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care, -
Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air,
Explores the loft, the wand'ring Cheep directsa
By day o'ersees them, and by night protects;
The tender lambs he raises in his arms,
Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms:
Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage,
The promis'd father of the future age.
No more shall nation against nation rise,
Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful

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Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er
The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more;
But useless lances into fithes shall bend,
And the broad faulchion in a ploughshare end.
Then palaces shall rise; the joyful fon
Shull finish what his 1 hort-liv'd fire begun;
Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield,
And the same hand that sow'd, 1 hall reap the field.
The Swain in barren deserts with surprise
Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise,
And starts amidst the thirsty wilds to hear
New falls of water murm'ring in his ear.
On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes,
The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Waste sandy valleys, once perplex'd with thorn,
The spiry fir and shapely box adorn;
To leafless shrubs the flow'ring palm succeed,
And od'rous myrtle to the noisome weed.

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The lambs with wolfes shall graze the verdant mead,
And boys in flow'ry banks the tiger lead!
The steer and lion at one crib shall meet,
And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet.
The smiling infant in his hand shall take
The crested basilisk and speckled snake,
Pleas'd the green lustre of the scales survey,
And with their forky tongue shall innocently play.
Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise!
Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes!
See, a long race thy Spacious courts adorn;
See future fons, and daughters yet unborn,
In crouding ranks on ev'ry fide arise,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend;
See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings,
And heap'd with products of fabaean springs!
For thee Idume's spicy forests blow,
And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow.
See heav'n its sparkling portals wide display,
And break upon thee in a flood of day.
No more the rising sun shall gild the morn
Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her filver horn;
But loft, diffolv'd in thy superior rays,
One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze
O’erflow thy courts: the light himself shall shine
Reveal'd; and God's eternal day be thine!
The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay,
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;
But fix'd his word, his faving pow'r remains :
Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns!

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(Witliam Collins, geboren zu Chichefter ums Jahr 1720, gestorben 1756. Ju reinen Gedichten find häufige Spuren einer sehr glücklichen Phantasie, und eines sehr lebs haft erwärmten Gefühls. Schon in seinem zwanzigsten Jahs te schrieb er seine vier persirchen, oder, wie er sie in der Fols genannte, orientalischen &klogen, die ungemein viel Reichthum, Kraft und Unmuth in den Gemahlden und Bes schreibungen, viel Wahrheit der Empfindung, und, einige kleine Hårten abgerechnet, viel Wohlflang des Verses, bas ben. Auch wußte er das Charakteristische der morgenlandis schen Dichtkunft glücklich genug, und ohne Uebertreibung, zu treffen. Langhorne gab im Jahr 1764 die fåmmtlichen poetischen Werke dieses Dichters heraus; und Dr. Johnson, der sein Freund war, würdigte ihn einer Biographie, und seine Gedichte der Aufnahme in seine Sammlung englischer Dichter.)

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In filent horrour o'er the boundless waste
The driver Hassan with his camels past;
One cruise of water on his back he 'bore,
And his light scrip contain'd a scanty store;
A fan of painted feathers in his hand,
To guard his shaded face from scorching fand.
The fultry sun had gain'd the middle sky,
And not a tree and not a herb was nigh;
The beasts with pain their dusty way pursue,
Shrill roar'd the winds, and dreary was the view!
With desp'rate forrow wild th' affrighted man

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gan: Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, » When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way! „Ah! little thought I of the blasting wind, „The thirst or pinching hunger that I find! „Bethink thee, Hassan! where shall Thirst af

suage, When fails this cruise, his unrelenting rage? „ Soon shall this serip it's precious load resign, „Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine?

» Ye mute Companions of my toil, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share !

Here, where no springs in murmur break away, ,,Or moss-cro un'd fountains mitigate the day, „In vain ye h pe the green delights to know Which plains more bless'd or verdant vales be.

ftow; Here rocks alone and tasteless lands are found, „And faint and fickle winds for ever howl around. Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!

,,Curs'd be the gold and silver which per

fuade Weak men to follow far fatiguing trade! The lily peace outshines the filver store, And life is dearer than the golden ore; Yet money tempts us o'er the desert brown To ev'ry distant mart and wealthy town: „Full oft we tempt the land, and oft' the fea; „And are we only yet repaid by thee? „Ah! why was ruin fo attra&ive made, Or why fond man so eafily betray'd? Why heed we not, while mad we hafte along, The gentle voice of Peace, or Pleasure's song? Or wherefore think the flow'ry mountain's fide, „The fountain's murmurs, and the valley's pride, Why think we these less pleasing to behold

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