. Poetical works of James Montgomery . ace. Adam lookd up ; his visage changed its hue, Transformd into an angels at the view: I come ! he cried, with faiths full triumph fired, And in a sigh of ecstasy expired. The light was vanishd, and the vision fled; We stood alone, the living with the dead; The ruddy embers, glimmering round the room, Displayd the corpse amidst the solemn gloom; But oer the scene a holy calm reposed. The gate of heaven had opend there, and closed. Eves faithful arm still claspd her lifeless Spouse ;Gently I shook it from her trance to rouse ;She gave no answer; motionles
. Poetical works of James Montgomery . ace. Adam lookd up ; his visage changed its hue, Transformd into an angels at the view: I come ! he cried, with faiths full triumph fired, And in a sigh of ecstasy expired. The light was vanishd, and the vision fled; We stood alone, the living with the dead; The ruddy embers, glimmering round the room, Displayd the corpse amidst the solemn gloom; But oer the scene a holy calm reposed. The gate of heaven had opend there, and closed. Eves faithful arm still claspd her lifeless Spouse ;Gently I shook it from her trance to rouse ;She gave no answer; motionless and cold,It fell like clay from my relaxing hold ;Alarmd, I lifted up the locks of grayThat hid her cheek; her soul had passd away:A beauteous corse she graced her partners bound their lives, and Death could not divide. Trembling astonishment of grief we felt,Till Natures sympathies began to melt;We wept in stillness through the long, dark night;—And oh how welcome was the morning light! * Paradise Lost, book xi. v. G J^nica E. A BOSTON UNfVFRSnY POLLEGE OF • iBERAL ARTS yBRARX CANTO FIFTH. The Burying-place of the Patriarchs—The Sacrifice on the Jliniiuersary of theFall of Milam—Enochs Prophecij. And here, said Enoch, with dejected eye, Behold the grave in which our Parents stoppd, and oer the turf-enclosure wept,Where, side by side, the First-Created slept:It seemd as if a voice, with still small in their bosoms, issued from that mound :— From earth we came, and we returnd to earth :Descendants ! spare the Dust that gave you birth;Though Death, the pain for our transgression due,By sad inheritance we left to you,Oh let our Children bless us in our man forgive the wrong that God forgave ! Thence to the altar Enoch turnd his face ;But Javan iingerd in that burying-place,A scene sequesterd from the haunts of men,The loveliest nook of all that lovely glen,Where weary pilgrims found their last repose :The little heaps were
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