. Poems of religion and society. And after ages load his nameWith curses loud and deep. X. Behold the lettered sage devote The labors of his mind,His countrys welfare to promote, And benefit ! from the blackest caves of hell,A phalanx fierce of monsters fell, Combine their fearful bands—His fame asperse, his toils assail;Till Justice holds aloft her scale And shields him from their hands. XI. Of excellence, in every clime, Tis thus the lot is cast;Passion usurps the present time, But Justice rules the past:Envy, and selfishness, and pride,The passing hours of man divide With unresist
. Poems of religion and society. And after ages load his nameWith curses loud and deep. X. Behold the lettered sage devote The labors of his mind,His countrys welfare to promote, And benefit ! from the blackest caves of hell,A phalanx fierce of monsters fell, Combine their fearful bands—His fame asperse, his toils assail;Till Justice holds aloft her scale And shields him from their hands. XI. Of excellence, in every clime, Tis thus the lot is cast;Passion usurps the present time, But Justice rules the past:Envy, and selfishness, and pride,The passing hours of man divide With unresisted sway;But Justice comes, with noiseless tread,Oertakes the filmy spiders thread And sweeps the net away. Spirit! Lord supremeOf blessing and of woe ! JUSTICE. 99 Of Justice, ever living stream ! Whose mercies ceaseless flow—Make me, while earth shall be my span,Just to my fellow-mortal, man, Whateer my lot may when this transient scene is oer,Pure let my deathless spirit soar, And Mercy find from 100 TO SALLY. TO SALLY. Integer vitae, scelerisque purusNon eget Mauris jaculis, neque arcu. The man in righteousness arrayd, A pure and blameless liver,Needs not the keen Toledo blade, Nor venom-freighted though he wind his toilsome way Oer regions wild and weary—Through Zaras burning desert stray ; Or Asias jungles dreaiy: What though he plough the billowy deep By lunar light, or solar,Meet the resistless Simoons sweep, Or iceberg bog or quagmire deep and dank, His foot shall never settle ;He mounts the summit of Mont Blanc, Or Popocatapetl. On Chimborazos breathless height,He treads oer burning lava; TO SALLY. 101 Or snuffs the Bohau Upas blight, The deathful plant of every peril he shall pas3, By Virtues shield protected;And still by Truths unerring glass His path shall be directed. Else wherefore was it, Thursday last,While strolling down the valley Defenceless, musing as I passdA canzonet to Sally ; A wolf,
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