By William Long, Esq. 191 



These masses, by Heaven's bounties compassed round, 

 Our sires in superstition's gloom immersed, 

 Grim idols, terror's offering', with the blood 

 Of human victims and with rites impure. 

 Adored. — Such ills would false reli^iion breed ! 

 Those shades are fled. The Sun of Righteousness 

 Risen on the earth, with healing in His wings, 

 Hath chased the darkness, and with Gospel light 

 Illumined all the land. Lit by its rays 

 May we, the progeny of pagan sires. 

 Whilst Fancy waving her mysterious wand 

 Evokes these long-past shadows, with glad hearts 

 And pious breathings, gratefully enjoy 

 Our "sober certainty of waking bliss." 



Idem Jjatine redditum. 



Saxa vides Cyclopea 



Giganteis quasi manibus 



In templi speciem disposita. 



Has inter moles 



Dei benefici muneribus eircum undique septi, 



Majores nostri, 



Superstitionis mersi caligine, 



Impiis cTuentisque ritibus 



Numinum terricula piabant. 



Tantum malorum 



Religio prava suadere poterat ! 



Diffugere hse tenebrae, 



Justitise sole salutaribus radiis exorto : 



Affulsit lux Evangelii, 



Cujus illustrati lumine, 



PKeteriti temporis umbras evanidas. 



Gratis animis, piis suspiriis, 



Posteri contemplemur. 



