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Brack Awak'd you not with this sore ag'ony ?,

Clar. O no, ! my dream was lengthen'd after life.; I O then began the tempest to my soul :/ I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. ' The first that there did greet my stranger soul, | Was my great fa'ther-in-law, I renowned Warwick, Who cried aloud, - 1“ What scourge for per'jury Can this dark monarchy | afford false Clarence ?" | And so he vanish'd. i Then came wand'ring by! Á shadow like an angel, / with bright hair Dabbled in blood; ; , and he shriek'd out aloud, - | “Clar'ence is come,– false', fleeting, perjur'd Clarencel That stabb'd me in the field by Tewks bury;Seize on him, fu'ries, i take him to your torinents !” | With that, methought a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, I and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise', / I trembling wak'd', / and, for a season after, I Could not believe but that I was in helli, - | Such terrible impression made my dream. I

Brack. No marvel, lord, that it affrighted you - 1 I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it. I

Clar. O Brackenbury, I have done these things That now give evidence against my soul, 1 For Edward's sake; I and, see how he requites me!I pray thee, gentle keeper, I stay by' me - 1 My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep. !

Brack. I will, my lord. (Clarence reposes himself on a chair. Sorrow breaks seasons, and repo'sing hours, 1 Makes the night morning, I and the noon-tide night., 1 Princes have but their titles for their glories -1 An outward honor for an inward toil. ; || And, for unfelt imaginations, They often feel a world of restless cares. : So that, between their titles, and low name, There's nothing differs / but the outward fame. ,


(H. WARE, JUN.) With what a stately, and majestic step That glorious constellation of the north 1 Treads its eternal circle! | going forth Its princely way amongst the stars in slow, And silent brightness. Ī Mighty one, all-hail'! ! I joy to see thee, on thy glowing path, / Walk like some stout, and girded giant — stern, Unwearied, resolute, I whose toiling foot Disdains to loiter on its destined way. I The other tribes forsake their midnight track, And rest their weary orbs beneath the wave'; 1 But thou dost never close thy burning eye, Nor stay thy steadfast step. | But on, still on', / While systems change, I and suns retire, I and worlds Slumber, and wake, i thy ceaseless march proceeds./ The near horizon tempts to rest in vain. I Thou, faithful sentinel, I dost never quit Thy long-appointed watch; 1 but, sleepless still, Dost guard the fix'd light of the universe, I And bid the north for ever know its place. Ages have witness'd thy devoted trust, | Unchang’d, unchanging. | When the sons of God i Sent forth that shout of joy, / which rang thro' heaven, i And echoed from the outer spheres that bound The illimitable universe, I thy voice Join'd the high cho'rus; | from thy radiant orbs! The glad cry sounded, swelling to his praise, / Who thus had cast another sparkling gem, | Little, but beautiful, l amid the crowd Of splendors that enrich his firmament. 1 As thou art now so wast thou then', the same. ! Ages have rolld their course; I and time grown grey. ; | The seas have chang'd their beds'; | the eternal hills

Have stoop'd with age. ; | the solid continents Have left their banks'; and man's imperial works -1 The toil, pride, strength of kingdoms, which had fung Their haughty honors in the face of heaven, 1 As if immortal - have been swept away - 1 Shatter'd, and mould'ring, I buried, and forgot. | But time has shed no dimness on thy front, 1 Nor touch'd the firmness of thy tread,: 1 youth, strength, And beauty still are thine - jas clear, as bright', ] As when the Almighty Former sent thee forth, 1 Beautiful offspring of his curious skill, 1 To watch earth's northern beacon, I and proclaim The eternal chorus of Eternal Love. / I wonder as I gaze. | That stream of light, / Undimm'd, unquench'd', - i just as I see thee now ,- 1 Has issued from those dazzling points, | thro' years That go back far into eternity. I Exhaust'less flood! | for ever spent, I renew'd For ever! | Yea, and those refulgent" drops, | Which now descend upon my lifted eye, || Left their far fountain twice three years ago. | While those wing'd particles | whose speed outstrips The flight of thought, were on their way, I the earth Compass'd its tedious circuit round, and round, And in the extremes of annual change, I beheld Six autumns fade', / six springs renew their bloom, : 1 So far from earth those mighty orbs revolve'! | So vast the void through which their beams descend, ! | Yea, glorious lamps of God, I he may have quench'd Your ancient flames, I and bid eternal night Rest on your spheres, ; , and yet no tidings reach This distant planet. | Messengers still come, / Laden with your far fire, / and we may seem To see your lights still burning;' while their blaze! But hides the black wreck of extinguish'd realms', / Where anarchy, and darkness long have reign'd. 1

• Egz-hástólès; not égz-zástlès. Re-faldzent; not re-ful’dtånt. PRACTICAL ELOCUTION. Yet what is this / which to the astonish'd mind Seems meas'ureless, and which the baffled though: ('onfounds. ? | A span', a point', , in those domains Which the keen eye can traverse. | Seven stars Dwell in that brilliant cluster; and the sight Embraces all at once ; 1 yet each from each R:cedes as far as each of them from earth - 1 And ev'ry star from ev'ry other burns No less remote. I

From the profound of heaven, / Untravellid e'en in thought', | keen, piercing rays Dart through the void, / revealing to the sense Systems, and worlds unnumber'd. | Take the glass, And search the skies. | The opening skies pour down Upon your gaze, thick showers of sparkling fire, - 1 Stars, crowded, I throng'd', i in regions so remote, That their swift beams— the swistest things that be 1 Have travellid centuries on their flight to earth. Earth, sun, and nearer constellations, / what Are ye', ' amid this infinite extent, I And multitude of God's most infinite works! | And these are suns! — \ vast, central, living fires',-| Lords of dependent sys.tems,- | kings of worlds' | That wait as satellites upon their pow'er, / And flourish in their smile. | Awake my soul, 1 And meditate the wonder! | Countless suns Blaze round thee, i leading forth their countless worlds!. Worlds in whose bosoms living things rejoice, And drink the bliss of being from the fount Of all-pervading Love. — 1

What mind can know, ! What tongue can ut ter, all their multitudes! |

Thus numberless in numberless abodes! | Known but to thee, bless'd Father! Thipe they are, Thy children, and thy care ; and none o'erlook'd of thee!-- no, not the humblest soul that dwells l'pon the humblest globe which wheels its course

Amid ine giant glories of the sky, l .
Like the mean mote that dances in the beam
Amongst the mirror'd lamps / which fling
Their wasteful splendor from the palace wall. 1
None, none escape the kindness of thy care ;
All compass'd underneath thy spacious wing', !
Each fed, and guided by thy powerful hand. I
Tell me, ye splendid orbs,"— | as from your throne,
Ye mark the rolling provinces that own
Your sway, - | what beings fill those bright abodes, ?,
How form’d: - how gift'ed - , what their pow.ers - 1

their state' - 1
Their happiness — their wis dom? | Do they bear
The stamp of human na'ture? | Or has God
Peopled those purer realms / with lovelier forms, 1
And more celestial minds, ? | Does Innocence
Still wear her native, and untainted bloom' ? |
Or has Sin breath'd his deadly blight abroad, I
And sow'd corruption in those fairy bow.ers? |
Has War trod o'er them with his foot of fire'; 1
And Slavery forg'd his chains'; / and Wrath, and Hate,
And sordid Selfishness, I and cruel Lust,
Leagued their base bands to tread out light, and truth,
And scatter'd wo where Heaven had planted joy'? I
Or are they yet all Paradise, unfallen,
And uncorrupt ? I existence one long joy, /
Without disease upon the frame, I or sin
Upon the heart, I or weariness of life. - 1
Hope never quench'd, I and age unknown', 1
And death unfear'd'; while fresh, and fadeless youth /
Glows in the light from God's near throne of love?
Open your lips', ye wonderful, and fair ! |
Speak', 'speak'! I the mysteries of those living worlds
Unfold! | No lan'guage? | Everlasting light,

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