A VISION OF JUDGMENT. 143 



Ever welcome to the vale, 



Comer from the hill ; 

 Welcome is thy joyous tale, 



Music-making- rill. 



H. 



A VISION OF JUDGMENT. 



ACROSS the everlasting sea 



There came, in silent soldier- wroth, 

 The brave in arms and chivalry, 



The spirit of the mighty Goth ! 

 And o'er his brows a mark was set 

 Which told his race unconquer'd yet ! 



O'er the Hesperian wave he came 



With mad revenge in either eye : 

 Who gloried in his deathless name 

 A name that was not given to die ! 

 And wore a Greek and rich tiar', 

 That spoke a lineage from afar. 



But 'twas not so ; he was, of old, 



Or, when his youth was in its spring. 

 The chieftain of a nation bold, 



That led to war and conquering. 

 The terrors of the Goth he flung 

 Where Catherine's vile race upsprung. 



Yet, when her* sun had darkly set 



In glory's immemorial gloom ; 

 While round her bosom linger'd yet 



The fragments of her death and doom : 

 And all her patriot bosoms yearn'd 

 Austria ! against Poland turn'd 



Her coward bands of slavish herds, 



With cruel irony and shame ; 

 Then with base, perfidious words 



Now bad her yield to fire and flame ! 

 To fire, and flame, and flood they yield, 

 Alone that own'd SoBiESKY'sf shield. 



Thus Austria 'gainst brave Poland turn'd 



" Ingratitude's" the crime of lords. 

 What freeman's bosom hath not burn'd 



To turn 'gainst her their bloody swords ? 

 Hath eagle's eye e'er seen that light 

 Which shall expire with Poland's blight ? 



Poland's sun. t John Sobiesky. 



