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And gently murmur'd to the gale; beneath,
Spontaneous flowers adorn’d the grassy turf,
And sweeten'd every breeze: long gazed the king
On the enchanting scene, and wonder'd much
It had till then escaped his haunt; when, waked
By his approaching step, the father rose,
And with meek rev’rence thus began.

6o 'Tis not,
Great prince, by accident you ’ve stray'd to this
Sequester'd place, but by divine decree;
That you may know what instant dangers threat
Your rule, what miseries your realms;
That no surprise enervate your resolves
When war alarms you to the field ; no dread
Of stranger nations, or unusual arms
Confuse the combat, and in foul retreat
Disperse your routed squadrons o'er the plain.”
He said, and led him, by a winding way,
To the high brow of that delightful hill,
And bid him view the prospect round. He look'd,
And lo! the whole world's globe seem'd stretch'd along
Before his view, so far the landscape reachd,
So many objects crowded on the eye;
On this side cities stand, and forests wave,
Green fields extend, and gentle rivers glide ;
O'erhanging precipices frown, and hills
Ascend on high: on this the white sea foams,
And on the nearer shores, with speedy roll,
Breaks wide its hasty billows. Zeuma starts
At the surprising roar, yet still intent,
Beholds the restless wave, when, new and strange!
High tossing on the angry surge appear
Vast floating piles, that with capacious wings
Collect the breathing gale, and by degrees
Approach the strand; with thund’ring voice discharge
Huge streams of ruddy flame, in cloudy smoke
Involved, and fright the nations round. Again
The monarch starts, astonish'd at the noise,
While, down their steepy sides, descend a throng
Of bearded men, of foreign look and mien;
That brightend o'er the plain with shining arms,
And all the pomp of war. To them succeeds
An herd of creatures, fierce and active, train'd
To battle, and the din of arms; on which
The warriors mounting, all proceed, in firm
And regular array, across the field;
Then sound a charge; and o’er the tranquil glebe
Let loose destruction, and with slaughter glut

The sword; with dire oppressive force, and stern
Dominion fix their barb'rous rule, and lord
It o'er the groaning tribes. With horror struck,
Sad Zeuma overlook'd the scene, and mourn'd
The dire event: when thus the hoary sage
His lore renew'd. « These are the foes that now
Are marching to invade your land; and such
The ills that must afflict your tribes ; see o'er
Yon ridge of hills, contemning all the force
Of freezing cold, and wintry gales, they pass
Unwearied with the toil: then haste away,
Alarm your people, and with princely care
Draw all your squadrons to the field. If aught
Of doubt yet hangs upon your mind,
Again survey the landscape, and believe
My mission from above.” He look’d, and all
Th’illusive prospect vanish'd from the view,
And nought remain'd, but one vast length of wood,
That murm’ring bow'd before the wanton gale.

So, where the setting sun, with upward ray
Adorns the evening clouds in fleecy gold,
And purple deeply dyed, th' attentive eye,
With wonder, views a maze of objects dawn
In bright confusion o'er the blue sky's edge,
And with a round of never ceasing change
Perplex the doubtful scene, till night's deep shade,
Ascending swiftly, darkens o'er the heavens,
And in grey vapors sweeps the whole away.

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FROM THE THIRD BOOK.

-He said ; and, turning swiftly round, began His solemn charms; when sudden darkness veil'd The starry skies, and hollow murm'ring gales Sung dreadful in the trees; red meteors flash'd Along the troubled air; and, from beneath, Loud inbred thunders shook the steadfast earth ; Unnumber'd ghosts, all pale with hostile wounds, Stalk'd o'er the green, and fill'd the night's dark gloom With ghastly terror and distracting groans : Silence succeeds, vanish the ghosts away, And earth no longer shakes ; the lab’ring clouds Unveil'd the heavens, and, in their stony caves, The slumb’ring winds their weary pinions rest.

Then sleep's still influence seized the drowsy king, And down he sunk, unable to resist

The pressing weight of the prevailing god :
But inspiration waked his inward powers,
And roused light fancy, in her thousand forms,
To strike the wondrous vision on the mind.

First his great father's shade, with glory crown'd,
Descends, and, through the fluid realms of air,
Bears the young monarch, swift as tempests fly
When the grim ruler of the raging winds,
Drives down their fury o'er the Atlantic seas,
And, in a moment, to the farthest verge
Of the vex'd ocean, heaps the roaring waves.

The crystal gates of Cynthia's silver orb
Unfold, and, up the portals' bright ascent,
The rev'rend guardian leads his earthly charge
Entranced in raptures; when the glorious scene,
To his attentive view, unveil'd its charms :
For there soft pleasures, in eternal rounds,
For ever circle with an easy wing ;
All that the realms of either India boast,
Or Afric's regions, or Europa's lands,
By turns delight the happy tribes, and more,
Ten thousand more, than man's experience knows,
Or fancy forms, maintain eternal rule,
And bless the immortals with continual joy.

Music, through every shade sweet warbling breathes
Soft gladness on the soul; the dulcet voice
Attempers the respondent lyre.

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-Eternal verdure cheers the gladsome green,
And odorous flowers, for ever blooming, waft
Unfading sweets, and fume the wanton gale :
From the slope hills, descend the trickling streams,
And, through the fruitful vales, o'er sands of gold,
In gentle currents, smoothly roll along;
The mountain's brow with tufted woods is crown'd,
With sparkling gems the silent grot's emblazed,
And luscious plenty gladdens every field:
No wintry snows, or summer suns infest
The blissful climés, nor war's destructive rage
Lays waste the regions, and deforms the plain;
But heaven-born love and everlasting spring
Dance hand in hand, and lead the smiling hours,
All gay with newborn happiness and joy.

Through spicy forests, and through flowery fields, The sweet abode of souls for ever bless'd!

The princely ghost his raptured offspring led
To that sublime retreat, where patriot shades,
In matchless pleasures, and supreme delights,
Enjoy the great reward their virtues earn'd,
With long fatigue, and endless Is, below;
There pointed,

to his view, the illustrious chiefs,
Who, scorning bribes, and all the baits of sense,
Trod, with undaunted soul, the paths of death,
When freedom claim'd the sword, and honor call’d to arms.

Zymron,* the best, and bravest of mankind, Towers with superior glory, and presides Amidst the noblest heroes of the globe ; Dreadless he looks, as when his rightful arms O’ercame the tyrants of an hundred realms, And made that bold attempt to free the western world.

His mighty ancestor, of deathless name,
The next in order treads

green,
Round his distinguish'd head bright virtue ties
The laurel wreath, and glories in his deeds ;
Nations, preserved by his indulgent care,
Shout his applause, and fame's eternal trump,
Fill'd with his praises, shakes the tyrant's throne.

Alascar, chief of Montezeuma’s line,
Stands at his side, severe his awful brow,
As when, impartial to his country's laws,
He doom'd his sons to ignominious death,
And, in a patriot's zeal, restrain’d the parent's tears.

The brave Atalgah, steadfast as the earth
Pois'd on itself, and glorious as the sun
In its meridian height, transported hears
The wonders of his toilsome march rehearsed
With loud acclaim, when, scorching in the heat,
He patient bore the raging pangs of thirst,
Till the last fainting soldier was refresh'd
With frequent draughts from the enlivening spring.

See! fair Amrena, with majestic front,
And eye sublime, among the mightiest stand,
Fond of the liquid death, which freed her soul
From the proud insults of the victor's rage;
Surrounding chiefs admire the heroic deed,
And hail her dauntless mind which dared to lead
An host to war, and, by the dint of sword,
Restore lost freedom to her mourning realm.

A thousand more, the champions of the world!
Dwell here encircled with superior bliss,
And dream of dangers and of toil no more.

* Kings of America famous for valor and virtuo.

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_“ But now,

descending to the seats of wo, And vengeful torments, where the sons of men Are rack'd for all the enormities of life, We for a while must leave these happy plains.” He said; and, plunging from the argent world, Sails on the winds, and bears his son along : At last upon a huge volcano's brink, With clouds of gloomy smoke involved, they stoop, And sink immediate down the vast profound; Nor stay'd till (through unnumber'd caverns pass'd, The abodes of fear, of horror and despair,) They reach'd the dreadful dungeons of the great. Where, bound in adamantine chains, they lie On beds of raging fire, and no hope Of comfort, or a kind reprieve from pain; From pain, which every hour increasing, gives A keener twinge; while fiercer flames prepare Their eager vengeance, and exert their rage; While round, the sad companions of their crimes, Condemn’d to endless woe, attend their lords, And aid the furies, and increase the fires.

* Here haughty Nimroc, plunged in burning lakes, And deeply drench'd beneath the sulphurous wave, No longer grasps at universal rule, Or wastes the nations with destructive arms; But, inly tortured with incessant pangs, Reflects with horror on his impious schemes.

Fix'd in a ruddy car of burning steel,
With sullen sadness, proud Guascara mourns
His fond ambition to be thought a god,
While, o'er the scorching soil, he's dragged along,
And scornful dæmons aggravate his wo,
With pageant grandeur, and disdainful state.

Tlaxcalla'st vaunt, great Zagnar's martial son,
Extended on the rack, no more complains
That realms are wanting to employ his sword;
But, circled with innumerable ghosts,
Who print their keenest vengeance on his soul,
For all the wrongs, and slaughters of his reign,
Howls out repentance to the deafen'd skies,
And shakes hell's concave with continual groans.

Ten thousand thousand more, whom fame records
As the dread tyrants of the tortured globe,
'Midst the dire rigors of surrounding flames,
Clank their huge fetters, and, with ceaseless yell,

* Indian tyrants.

† A province borderiog on Mexico,

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