But, wrapt in night with terrors all his own,
He speaks in thunder, when the deed is done.
Hear him, ye senates! hear this truth sublime,
"He, who allows oppression, shares the crime."

"No radiant pearl, which crested fortune wears, No gem, that twinkling hangs from beauty's ears, Not the bright stars, which night's blue arch adorn, Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows Down virtue's manly cheek for others' woes."

PROMETHEUS.

So when PROMETHEUS braved the thunderer's ire, Stole from his blazing throne ethereal fire, And, lanter'd in his breast, from realms of day Bore the bright treasure to his man of clay :High on cold Caucasus by VULCAN bound, The lean impatient vulture fluttering round, His writhing limbs in vain he twists and strains To break or loose the adamantine chains.

The gluttonous bird, exulting in his pangs,

Tears his swoln liver with remorseless fangs.

THE THREAD OF LIFE.

So when with light and shade, concordant strife! Stern CLOTHO weaves the checker'd thread of life ; Hour after hour the growing line extends, The cradle and the coffin bound its ends; Soft cords of silk the whirling spoles reveal, If smiling fortune turn the giddy wheel; But if sweet love with baby-fingers twines, And wets with dewy lips the lengthening lines, Skein after skein celestial tints unfold,

And all the silken tissue shines with gold.

MAID OF NIGHT AND FAIRIES.

NYMPH! not for thee the radiant day returns, Nymph! not for thee the golden solstice burns, Refulgent CEREA!-at the dusky hour

She seeks with pensive step the mountain-bower,
Bright as the blush of rising morn, and warms
The dull cold eye of midnight with her charms.
There to the skies she lifts her pencil'd brows,
Opes her fair lips, and breathes her virgin vows;
Eyes the white zenith; counts the suns that roll
Their distant fires, and blaze around the pole ;
Or marks where Jove directs his glittering car
O'er heaven's blue vault,-herself a brighter star.
There as soft zephyrs sweep with pausing airs
Thy snowy neck, and part thy shadowy hairs,
Sweet maid of night! to Cynthia's sober beams
Glows thy warm cheek, thy polisht bosom gleams,
In crowds around thee gaze the admiring swains,
And guard in silence the inchanted plains;

Drop the still tear, or breathe the impassion'd sigh,
And drink inebriate rapture from thine eye.
Thus, when old Needwood's hoary scenes the night
Paints with blue shadow, and with milky light;
Where MUNDY pour'd, the listening nymphs among,
Loud to the echoing vales his parting song;
With measured step the fairy sovereign treads,
Shakes her high plume, and glitters o'er the meads;
Round each green holly leads her sportive train,
And little footsteps mark the circled plain;
Each haunted rill with silver voices rings,

And night's sweet bird in livelier accents sings.