AWAKE, Æolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take. The laughing flow'rs, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign; Now rolling down the steep amain, Headlong, impetuous, see it pour : The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roar. I. 2. O sov'reign of the willing scul, Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares And frantic Passions hear thy soft control. On Thracia's hills the Lord of War Has curbed the fury of his car, And dropped his thirsty lance at thy command. Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feathered king I. 3. Thee the voice, the dance, obey, Tempered to thy warbled lay. O'er Idalia's velvet green The rosy-crowned Loves are seen On Cytherea's day With antic Sports and blue-eyed Pleasures, Frisking light in frolic measures; Now pursuing, now retreating, Now in circling troops they meet: To brisk notes in cadence beating, Glance their many twinkling feet. Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare : Where'er she turns, the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way : O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love. II. I. Man's feeble race what ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove. Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse? Night and all her sickly dews, Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry, He gives to range the dreary sky; Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy, and glitt'ring shafts of war. II. 2. In climes beyond the solar road, Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke. the twilight gloom To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat, In loose numbers wildly sweet, Their feathered-cinctured chiefs and dusky loves. Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous shame, The unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame. II. 3. Woods, that wave o'er Delphi's steep, Or where Mæander's amber waves How do your tuneful echoes languish, And coward Vice, that revels in her chains. They sought, O Albion! next thy sea-encircled coast. III. I. Far from the sun and summer gale, In thy green lap was Nature's Darling laid, To him the mighty mother did unveil Her awful face: the dauntless child "This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year; Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy! Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears." III. 2. Nor second he, that rode sublime Upon the seraph wings of Ecstasy, The secrets of th' abyss to spy, He passed the flaming bounds of place and time : The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but, blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car Wide o'er the fields of glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace. III. 3. Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn. But ah! 'tis heard no more O lyre divine, what daring spirit |