The Pleasures Of Hope: Part 1 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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At summer eve when Heaven's ethereal bowA
Spans with bright arch the glittering bills belowB
Why to yon mountain turns the musing eyeC
Whose sunbright summit mingles with the skyC
Why do those clifts of shadowy tint appearD
More sweet than all the landscape smiling nearD
'T is distance lends enchantment to the viewE
And robes the mountain in its azure hueE
Thus with delight we linger to surveyF
The promised joys of life's unmeasured wayF
Thus from afar each dim discovered sceneG
More pleasing seems than all the past hath beenH
And every form that Fancy can repairI
From dark oblivion glows divinely thereI
What potent spirit guides the raptured eyeC
To pierce the shades of dim futurityJ
Can Wisdom lend with all her heavenly powerK
The pledge of Joy's anticipated hourK
Ah no she darkly sees the fate of manL
Her dim horizon bounded to a spanL
Or if she hold an image to the viewE
'T is Nature pictured too severely trueE
With thee sweet Hope resides the heavenly lightJ
That pours remotest rapture on the sightJ
Thine is the charm of life's bewildered wayF
That calls each slumbering passion into playF
Waked by thy touch I see the sister bandJ
On tiptoe watching staft at thy commandJ
And fly where'er thy mandate bids them steerD
To Pleasure's path or Glory's bright careerD
Primeval Hope the Aonian Muses sayF
When Man and Nature mourned their first decayF
When every form of death and every woeB
Shot from malignant stars to earth belowB
When Murder bared her arm and rampant WarM
Yoked the red dragons of her iron carN
When Peace and Mercy banished from the plainO
Sprung on the viewless winds to Heaven againP
All all forsook the friendless guilty mindJ
But Hope the charmer lingered still behindJ
Thus while Elijah's burning wheels prepareI
From Carmel's heights to sweep the fields of airI
The prophet's mantle ere his fight beganL
Dropt on the world a sacred gift to manL
Auspicious Hope in thy sweet garden growB
Wreaths for each toil a charm for every woeB
Won by their sweets in Nature's languid hourK
The way worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bowerK
There as the wild bee murmurs on the wingQ
What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bringQ
What viewless forms th' olian organ playF
And sweep the furrowed lines of anxious thought awayF
Angel of life thy glittering wings exploreM
Earth's loneliest bounds and Ocean's wildest shoreM
Lo to the wintry winds the pilot yieldsR
His bark careering o'er unfathomed fieldsR
Now on Atlantic waves he rides afarN
Where Andes giant of the western starN
With meteor standard to the winds unfurledJ
Looks from his throne of clouds o'er half the worldJ
Now far he sweeps where scarce a summer smilesS
On Behring's rocks or Greenland's naked islesS
Cold on his midnight watch the breezes blowB
From wastes that slumber in eternal snowB
And waft across the waves' tumultuous roarM
The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shoreM
Poor child of danger nursling of the stormT
Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly formT
Rocks waves and winds the shattered bark delayF
Thy heart is sad thy home is far awayF
But Hope can here her moonlight vigils keepU
And sing to charm the spirit of the deepU
Swift as yon streamer lights the starry poleV
Her visions warm the watchman's pensive soulV
His native hills that rise in happier climesW
The grot that heard his song of other timesW
His cottage home his bark of slender sailX
His glassy lake and broomwood blossomed valeX
Rush on his thought he sweeps before the windJ
Treads the loved shore he sighed to leave behindJ
Meets at each step a friend's familiar faceY
And flies at last to Helen's long embraceY
Wipes from her cheek the rapture speaking tearI
And clasps with many a sigh his children dearD
While long neglected but at length caressedJ
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guestJ
Points to the master's eyes where'er they roamZ
His wistful face and whines a welcome homeZ
Friend of the brave in peril's darkest hourK
Intrepid Virtue looks to thee for powerK
To thee the heart its trembling homage yieldsR
On stormy floods and carnage covered fieldsR
When front to front the bannered hosts combineA2
Halt ere they close and form the dreadful lineA2
When all is still on Death's devoted soilB2
The march worn soldier mingles for the toilB2
As rings his glittering tube he lifts on highC
The dauntless brow and spirit speaking eyeC
Hails in his heart the triumph yet to comeC2
And hears thy stormy music in the drumC2
And such thy strength inspiring aid that boreM
The hardy Byron to his native shoreM
In horrid climes where Chiloe's tempests sweepU
Tumultuous murmurs o'er the troubled deepU
'T was his to mourn Misfortune's rudest shockD2
Scourged by the winds and cradled on the rockD2
To wake each joyless morn and search againP
The famished haunts of solitary menP
Whose race unyielding as their native stormT
Know not a trace of Nature but the formT
Yet at thy call the hardy tar pursuedJ
Pale but intrepid sad but unsubduedJ
Pierced the deep woods and hailing from afarN
The moon's pale planet and the northern starN
Paused at each dreary cry unheard beforeM
Hy nas in the wild and mermaids on the shoreM
Till led by thee o'er many a cliff sublimeE2
He found a warmer world a milder climeE2
A home to rest a shelter to defendJ
Peace and repose a Briton and a friendJ
Congenial Hope thy passion kindling powerK
How bright how strong in youth's untroubled hourK
On you proud height with Genius hand in handJ
I see thee 'light and wave thy golden wandJ
Go child of Heaven thy winged words pro claimE2
'T is thine to search the boundless fields of fameE2
Lo Newton priest of Nature shines afarN
Scans the wide world and numbers every starN
Wilt thou with him mysterious rites applyC
And watch the shrine with wonder beaming eyeC
Yes thou shalt mark with magic art profoundJ
The speed of light the circling march of soundJ
With Franklin grasp the lightning's fiery wingQ
Or yield the lyre of Heaven another stringQ
The Swedish sage admires in yonder bowersF2
His winged insects and his rosy flowersF2
Calls from their woodland haunts the savage trainO
With sounding horn and counts them on the plainO
So once at Heaven's command the wanderers cameE2
To Eden's shade and heard their various nameE2
Far from the world in yen sequestered climeE2
Slow pass the sons of Wisdom more sublimeE2
Calm as the fields of Heaven his sapient eyeC
The loved Athenian lifts to realms on highC
Admiring Plato on his spotless pageG2
Stamps the bright dictates of the Father sageG2
'Shall Nature bound to Earth's diurnal spanL
The fire of God th' immortal soul of man 'H2
Turn child of Heaven thy rapture lightened eyeC
To Wisdom's walks the sacred Nine are nighC
Hark from bright spires that gild the Delphian heightJ
From streams that wander in eternal lightJ
Ranged on their hill Harmonia's daughters swellI2
The mingling tones of horn and harp and shellI2
Deep from his vaults the Loxian murmurs flowB
And Pythia's awful organ peals belowB
Beloved of Heaven the smiling Muse shall shedJ
Her moonlight halo on thy beauteous headJ
Shall swell thy heart to rapture unconfinedJ
And breathe a holy madness o'er thy mindJ
I see thee roam her guardian power beneathJ2
And talk with spirits en the midnight heathJ2
Enquire of guilty wanderers whence they cameE2
And ask each blood stained form his earthly nameE2
Then weave in rapid verse the deeds they tellI2
And read the trembling world the tales of hellI2
When Venus throned in clouds of rosy hueE
Flings from her golden urn the vesper dewE
And bids fond man her glimmering noon employK2
Sacred to love and walks of tender joyK2
A milder mood the goddess shall recallL2
And soft as dew thy tones of music fallL2
While Beauty's deeply pictured smiles impartJ
A pang more dear than pleasure to the heartJ
Warm as thy sighs shall flow the Lesbian strainO
And plead in Beauty's ear nor plead in vainO
Or wilt thou Orphean hymns more sacred deemE2
And steep thy song in Mercy's mellow streamE2
To pensive drops the radiant eye beguileM2
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smileM2
On Nature's throbbing anguish pour reliefN2
And teach impassioned souls the joy of griefN2
Yes to thy tongue shall seraph words be givenO2
And power on earth to plead the cause of HeavenO2
The proud the cold untroubled heart of stoneP2
That never mused on sorrow but its ownP2
Unlocks a generous store at thy commandJ
Like Horeb's rocks beneath the prophet's handJ
The living lumber of his kindred earthQ2
Charmed into soul receives a second birthQ2
Feels thy dread power another heart affordJ
Whose passion touched harmonious strings accordJ
True as the circling spheres to Nature's planL
And man the brother lives the friend of manL
Bright as the pillar rose at Heaven' s commandJ
When Israel marched along the desert landJ
Blazed through the night on lonely wilds afarN
And told the path a never setting starN
So heavenly genius in thy course divineA2
Hope is thy star her light is ever thineA2
Propitious Power when rankling cares annoyK2
The sacred home of Hymenean joyK2
When doomed to Poverty's sequestered dellI2
The wedded pair of love and virtue dwellI2
Unpitied by the world unknown to fameE2
Their woes their wishes and their hearts the sameE2
Oh there prophetic Hope thy smile bestowB
And chase the pangs that worth should never knowB
There as the parent deals his scanty storeM
To friendless babes and weeps to give no moreM
Tell that his manly race shall yet assuageG2
Their father's wrongs and shield his latter ageG2
What through for him no Hybla sweets distilR2
Nor bloomy vices wave purple on the hillR2
Tell that when silent years have passed awayF
That when his eye grows dim his tresses grayF
These busy hands a lovelier cot shall buildJ
And deck with fairer flowers his little fieldJ
And call from Heaven propitious dews to breatheS2
Arcadian beauty on the barren heathJ2
Tell that while Love's spontaneous smile endearsF2
The days of peace the sabbath of his yearsF2
Health shall prolong to many a festive hourK
The social pleasures of his humble bowerK
Lo at the couch where infant beauty sleepsF2
Her silent watch the mournful mother keepsF2
She while the lovely babe unconscious liesF2
Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyesF2
And weaves a song of melancholy joyK2
Sleep image of thy father sleep my boyK2
No lingering hour of sorrow shall be thineA2
No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mineA2
Bright as his manly sire the son shall beT2
In form and soul but ah more blest than heT2
Thy fame thy worth thy filial love at lastJ
Shall soothe his aching heart for all the pastJ
With many a smile my solitude repayF
And chase the world's ungenerous scorn awayF
And say when summoned from the world and theeT2
I lay my head beneath the willow treeT2
Wilt thou sweet mourner at my stone appearD
And soothe my parted spirit lingering nearD
Oh wilt thou come at evening hour to shedJ
The tears of Memory o'er my narrow bedJ
With aching temples on thy hand reclinedJ
Muse on the last farewell I leave behindJ
Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur lowB
And think on all my love and all my woeB
So speaks affection ere the infant eyeC
Can look regard or brighten in replyC
But when a cherub lip hath learnt to claimE2
A mother's ear by that endearing nameE2
Soon as the playful innocent can proveU2
A tear of pity or a smile of loveV2
Or cons his murmuring task beneath her careI
Or lisps with holy look his evening prayerI
Or gazing mutely pensive sits to hearW2
The mournful ballad warbled in his earW2
How fondly looks admiring Hope the whileM2
At every artless tear and every smileM2
How glows the joyous parent to descryW2
A guileless bosom true to sympathyT2
Where is the troubled heart consigned to shareW2
Tumultuous toils or solitary careW2
Unblest by visionary thoughts that strayW2
To count the joys of Fortune's better dayW2
Lo nature life and liberty relumeE2
The dim eyed tenant of the dungeon gloomE2
A long lost friend or hapless child restoredJ
Smiles at its blazing hearth and social boardJ
Warm from his heart the tears of rapture flowB
And virtue triumphs o'er remembered woeB
Chide not his peace proud Reason nor destroyW2
The shadowy forms of uncreated joyW2
That urge the lingering tide of life and pourW2
Spontaneous slumber on his midnight hourW2
Hark the wild maniac sings to chide the galeX
That wafts so slow her lover's distant sailX
She sad spectatress on the wintry shoreW2
Watched the rude surge his shroudless corse that boreW2
Knew the pale form and shrieking in amazeF2
Clasped her cold hands and fixed her maddening gazeF2
Poor widowed wretch 't was there she wept in vainO
Till Memory fled her agonizing brainO
But Mercy gave to charm the sense of woeB
Ideal peace that truth could ne'er bestowB
Warm oil her heart the joys of Fancy beamE2
And aimless Hope delights her darkest dreamE2
Oft when yon moon has climbed the midnight skyC
And the lone sea bird wakes its wildest cryC
Piled on the steep her blazing fagots burnX2
To hail the bark that never can returnX2
And still she waits but scarce forbears to weepU
That constant love can linger on the deepU
And mark the wretch whose wanderings never knewE
Thie world's regard that soothes though half untrueE
Whose erring heart the lash of sorrow boreW2
But found not pity when it erred no moreW2
Yon friendless man at whose dejected eyeC
Th' unfeeling proud one looks and passes byC
Condemned on Penury's barren path to roamE2
Scorned by thie world and left without a homeE2
Even he at evening should he chance to strayW2
Down by the hamlet's hawthorn scented wayW2
Where round the cot's romantic glade are seenG
The blossomed bean field and the sloping greenG
Leans o'er its humble gate and thinks the whileM2
Oh that for me some home like this would smileM2
Some hamlet shade to yield my sickly formE2
Health in the breeze and shelter in the stormE2
There should my hand no stinted boon assignA2
To wretched hearts with sorrow such as mineA2
That generous wish can soothe unpitied careW2
And Hope half mingles with the poor man's prayerW2
Hope when I mourn with sympathizing mindJ
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The wrongs of fate the woes of human kindJ
Thy blissful omens bid my spirit seeT2
The boundless fields of rapture yet to beT2
I watch the wheels of Nature's mazy planL
And learn the future by the past of manL
Come bright Improvement on the car of TimeE2
And rule the spacious world from clime to climeE2
Thy handmaid arts shall every wild exploreW2
Trace every wave and culture every shoreW2
On Erie's banks where tigers steal alongY2
And the dread Indian chants a dismal songY2
Where human fiends on midnight errands walkZ2
And bathe in brains the murderous tomahawkZ2
There shall the flocks on thymy pasture strayW2
And shepherds dance at Summer's opening dayW2
Each wandering genius of the lonely glenP
Shall start to view the glittering haunts of menP
And silent watch on woodland heights aroundJ
The village curfew as it tolls profoundJ
In Libyan groves where damned rites are doneO2
That bathe the rocks in blood and veil the sunO2
Truth shall arrest the murderous arm profaneO
Wild Obi flies the veil is rent in twainO
Where barbarous hordes on Scythian mountains roamE2
Truth Mercy Freedom yet shall find a homeE2
Where'er degraded Nature bleeds and pinesF2
From Guinea's coast to Sibir's dreary minesF2
Truth shall pervade th' unfathomed darkness thereW2
And light the dreadful features of despairW2
Hark the stern captive spurns his heavy loadJ
And asks thie image back that Heaven bestowedJ
Fierce in his eye the fire of valor burnsF2
And as the slave departs the man returnsF2
Oh sacred Truth thy triumph ceased awhileM2
And Hope thy sister ceased with thee to smileM2
When leagued Oppression poured to Northern warsF2
Her whiskered pandoors and her fierce hussarsF2
Waved her dread standard to the breeze of mornA3
Pealed her loud drum and twanged her trumpet hornA3
Tumultous horror brooded o'er her vanL
Presaging wrath to Poland and to manL
Warsaw's last champion from her height surveyedJ
Wide o'er the fields a waste of ruin laidJ
Oh Heaven he cried my bleeding country saveB3
Is there no hand on high to shield the braveB3
Yet though destruction sweep those lovehy plainsF2
Rise fellow men our country yet remainsF2
By that dread name we wave the sword on highC
And swear for her to live with her to dieC
He said and on the rampart heights arrayedJ
His trusty warriors few but undismayedJ
Firm paced and slow a horrid front they formE2
Still as the breeze but dreadful as the stormE2
Low murmuring sounds along their banners flyC
Revenge or death the watchword and replyC
Then pealed the notes omnipotent to charmE2
And the loud tocsin tolled their last alarmE2
In vain alas in vain ye gallant fewE
From rank to rank your volleyed thunder flewE
Oh bloodiest picture in the book of TimeE2
Sarmatia fell unwept without a cnmeE2
Found not a generous friend a pitying foeB
Strength in her arms nor mercy in her woeB
Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spearW2
Closed her bright eye and curbed her high careerW2
Hope for a season bade the world farewellI2
And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusxo fellI2
The sun went down nor ceased the carnage thereW2
Tumultuous Murder shook the midnight airW2
On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glowB
His blood dyed waters murmuring far belowB
The storm prevails the rampart yields a wayW2
Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismayW2
Hark as the smouldering piles with thunder fallL2
A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy callL2
Earth shook red meteors flashed along the skyC
And conscious Nature shuddered at the cryC
Oh righteous Heaven ere Freedom found a graveB3
Why slept the sword omnipotent to saveB3
Where was thine arm O Vengeance where thy rodJ
That smote the foes of Zion and of GodJ
That crushed proud Ammon when his iron earW2
Was yoked in wrath and thundered from afarW2
Where was the storm that slumbered till the hostJ
Of blood stained Pharaoh left thcir trembling coastJ
Then bade the deep in wild commotion flowB
And heaved an ocean on their march belowB
Departed spirits of the mighty deadJ
Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bledJ
Friends of the world restore your swords to manL
Fight in his sacred cause and lead the vanL
Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atoneP2
And make her arm puissant as your ownP2
Oh once again to Freedom's cause returnX2
The patriot Tell the Bruce of BannockburnX2
Yes thy proud lords unpitied land shall seeF2
That man bath yet a soul and dare be freeF2
A little while along thy saddening plainsF2
This starless night of Desolation reignsF2
Truth shall restore the light by Nature givenX2
And like Prometheus bring the fire of HeavenX2
Prone to the dust Oppression shall be hurledJ
Her name her nature withered from the worldJ
Ye that the rising morn invidious markC3
And hate the light because your deeds are darkC3
Ye that expanding truth invidious viewE
And think or wish the song of Hope untrueE
Perhaps your little hands presume to spanX2
The march of Genius and the powers of manX2
Perhaps ye watch at Pride's unhallowed shrineX2
Her victims newly slain and thus divineX2
Here shall tiny triumph Genius cease and hereW2
Truth Science Virtue close your short careerW2
Tyrants in vain ye trace the wizard ringQ
In vain ye limit Mind's unwearied springQ
What can ye lull the winged winds asleepU
Arrest the rolling world or chain the deepU
No the wild wave contemns your sceptred handJ
It rolled not back when Canute gave commandJ
Man can thy doom no brighter soul allowA
Still must thou live a blot on Nature's browA
Shall war's polluted banner ne'er be furledJ
Shall crimes and tyrants cease but with the worldJ
What are thou triumphs sacred Truth beliedJ
Why then hath Plato lived or Sidney diedJ
Ye fond adorers of departed fameE2
Who warm at Scipio's worth or Tully's nameE2
Ye that in fancied vision can admireW2
The sword of Brutus and the Theban lyreW2
Rapt in historic ardor who adoreW2
Each classic haunt and well remembered shoreW2
Where Valor tuned amidst her chosen throngY2
The Thiracian trumpet and the Spartan songY2
Or wandering thence behold the later charmsF2
Of England's glory and Helvetia's armsF2
See Roman fire in Hampden's bosom swellI2
And fate and freedom in the shaft of TellI2
Say ye fond zealots to the worth of yoreW2
Hath Valor left the world to live no moreW2
No more shall Brutus bid a tyrant dieJ
And sternly smile with vengeance in his eyeJ
Hampden no more when suffering Freedom callsF2
Encounter Fate and triumph as he fallsF2
Nor Tell disclose through peril and alarmE2
The might that slumbers in a peasant's armE2
Yes in that generous cause for ever strongY2
The patriot's virtue and the poet's songY2
Still as the tide of ages rolls awayW2
Shall charm the world unconscious of decayW2
Yes there are hearts prophetic Hope may trustJ
That slumber yet in uncreated dustJ
Ordained to fire th' adoring sons of earthQ2
With every charm of wisdom and of worthQ2
Ordained to light with intellectual dayW2
The mazy wheels of nature as they playW2
Or warm with Fancy's energy to glowB
And rival all but Shakspeare's name belowB
And say supernal Powers who deeply scanX2
Heaven's dark decrees unfathomed yet by manX2
When shall the world call down to cleanse her shameE2
That embryo spirit yet without a nameE2
That friend of Nature whose avenging handsF2
Shall burst the Libyan's adamantine bandsF2
Who sternly marking on his native soilB2
The blood the tears the anguish and the toilB2
Shall bid each righteous heart exult to seeF2
Peace to the slave and vengeance on the freeF2
Yet yet degraded men th' expected dayW2
That breaks your bitter cup is far awayW2
Trade wealth and fashion ask you still to bleedJ
And holy men give Scripture for the deedJ
Scourged and debased no Briton stoops to saveB3
A wretch a coward yes because a slaveB3
Eternal Nature when thy giant handJ
Had heaved the floods and fixed the trembling landJ
When life sprang startling at thy plastic callL2
Endless her forms auiol man the lord of allL2
Say was that lordly form inspired by theeF2
To wear eternal chains and bow the kneeF2
Was man ordained the slave of man to toilB2
Yoked with the brutes and fettered to the soilB2
Weighed in a tyrant's balance witli his goldJ
No Nature stamped us in a heavenly mouldJ
She bade no wretch his thankless labor urgeD3
Nor trembling take the pittance and the scourgeD3
No homeless Libyan on the stormy deepU
To call upon his country's name and weepU
Lo once in triumph on his boundless plainX2
The quivered chief of Congo loved to reignX2
With fires proportioned to his native skyJ
Strength in his arm and lightning in his eyeJ
Scoured with wild feet his sun illumined zoneX2
The spear the lion and the woods his ownX2
Or led the combat bold without a planX2
An artless savage but a fearless manX2
The plunderer came alas no glory smilesF2
For Congo's chief on yonder Indian IslesF2
Forever fallen no son of Nature nowA
With Freedom chartered on his manly I browA
Faint bleeding bound he weeps the night awayW2
And when the sea wind wafts the dewless daiyJ
Starts with a bursting heart for evermoreW2
To curse the sun that lights their guilty shoreW2
The shrill horn blew at that alarum knellI2
His guardian angel took a last farewellI2
That funeral dirge to darkness hath resignedJ
The fiery grandeur of a generous mindJ
Poor fettered man I bear thee whispering howA
Unhallowed vows to Guilt the child of WoeB
Friendless thy heart and canst thou harbor thereW2
A wish but death a passion but despairW2
The widowed Indian when her lord expiresF2
Mounts the dread pile and braves thie funeral firesF2
So falls the heart at Thraldom's bitter sighJ
So Virtue dies the spouse of LibertyJ
But not to Libya's barren climes aloneX2
To Chili or the wild Siberian zoneX2
Belong the wretched heart and haggard eyeJ
Degraded worth and poor misfortune's sighJ
Ye orient realms where Ganges' waters runX2
Prolific fields dominions of the sunX2
How long your tribes have trembled and obeyedJ
How long was Timour's iron sceptre swayedJ
Whouse marshalled hosts the lions of the plainX2
From Scythia's northern mountains to the mainX2
Raged o'er your plundered shrines and altars bareW2
With blazing torch and gory scymetarW2
Stunned with the cries of death each gentle galeX
And bathed in blood the verdure of the valeX
Yet could no pangs the immortal spirit tameE2
When Brama's children perished for his nameE2
The martyrsm led beneath avenging powerW2
And braved the tyrant in his torturing hourW2
When Europe sought your subject realms to gainX2
And stretched her giant sceptre o'er the mainX2
Taught her proud barks the winding way to shapeE3
And braved the stormy Spirit of the CapeE3
Children of Brama then was Mercy nighJ
To wash the stain of blood's eternal dyeJ
Did Peace descend to triumph and to saveB3
When freeborn Britons crossed the Indian waveB3
Ah no to more than Rome's ambition trueW2
The Nurse of Freedom gave it not to youW2
She the bold route of Europe's guilt beganX2
And in the march of nations led the vanX2
Rich in the gems of India's gaudy zoneX2
And plunder piled from kingdoms not their ownX2
Degenerate trade thy minions could despiseF2
The heart born anguish of a thousand criesF2
Could lock with impious hands their storeW2
While famished nations died along the shoreW2
Could mock the groans of felhow men and bearW2
The curse of kingdoms peopled with despairW2
Could stamp disgrace on man's polluted nameE2
And barter with their gold eternal shameE2
But hark as bowed to earth the Bramin kneelsF2
From heavenly climes propitious thunder pealsF2
Of India's fate her guardian spirits tellI2
Prophetic murmurs breathing on the shellI2
And solemn sound that awe the listening mindJ
Roll on the azure paths of every windJ
Foes of mankind her guardian spirits sayF2
Revolving ages bring the bitter dayF2
When Heaven's unerring arm shall fall on youW2
And blood for blood these Indian plains bedewF2
Nine times have Brama's wheels of lightning hurledF2
His awful presence o'er the alarmed worldF2
Nine times hath Guilt through all his giant frameE2
Convulsive trembled as the Mighty cameE2
Nine times hath suffering Mercy spared in vainX2
But Heaven shall burst her starry gates againX2
He comes dread Brama shakes the sunless skyJ
With murmuring wrath and thunders from on highJ
Heaven's fiery horse beneath his warrior formE2
Paws the light clouds and gallops on the stormE2
Wide waves his flickering sword his bright arms glowB
Like summer suns and light the world belowB
Earth and her trembling isles in Ocean's bedF2
Are shook and Nature rocks beneath his treadF2
To pour redress on India's injured realmE2
The oppressor to dethrone the proud to whelmE2
To chase destruction from her plundered shoreW2
With arts and arms that triumphed once beforeW2
The tenth Avatar comes at Heaven's commandF2
Shall Seriswatte wave her hallowed wandF2
And Camdeo bright and Ganesa sublimeE2
Shall bless with joy their own propitious climeE2
Come Heavenly Powers primeval peace restoreW2
Love Mercy Wisdom rule for evermoreW2

Thomas Campbell



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