POETRY. 559 



" ' Man from the dust he raised to rule the whole; 



*' ' He breathed, and man became a living soul; 



•' < Thro' Eden's groves the lord of Nature trod, 



•' • Upright and pure, the image of his God. 



«' ' Thus were the heavens and all their host display 'd, 



*♦ ' In wisdom thus were earth's foundations laid ; 



" * The glorious scene a holy sabbath closed, 



" ' Amidst his works the Omnipotent reposed, 



" ' And while he view'd and bless'd them from his seat, 



" ' All worlds, all beings worshipt at his feet : 



" ' The morning stars in choral concert sang, 



" • The rolling deep with hallelujahs rang, 



♦' ' Adoring Angels from their orb rejoice, 



" • The voice of music was Creation's voice. 



*• * Alone along the Lyre of Nature sigh'd 

 " ' The master-chord, to which no chord replied ; 

 " * For Man, while bliss and beauty reign'd around, 

 " ' For Man alone, no fellowship was found ; 

 " ' No fond companion, in whose dearer breast, 

 •* ' His heart, repining in his own, might rest ; 

 " ' For born to love, the heart dehghts to roam, 

 " * A kindred bosom is its happiest home. 

 " ♦ On earth's green lap, the Father of mankind, 

 " * In mild dejection thoughtfully reclined ; 

 " ' Soft o'er his eyes a sealing slumber crept, 

 " ' And Fancy soothed him while Reflection slept. 

 " ' Then God, — who tbbs would make his counsel known, 

 •' * Counsel that will'd not Man to dwell alone, 

 " ' Created Woman with a smile of grace, 

 " ' And left the smile that made her on her face. 

 " ' The Patriarch's eyelids open'd on his bride, 

 " ' — The morn of beauty risen from his side ! 

 " ' He gazed with new-born rapture on her charms, 

 " * And Love's first whispers won her to his arms. 

 " ' Then, tuned thro' all the chords supremely sweet, 

 " ' Exulting Nature found her lyre complete, 

 " • And from the key of each harmonious sphere, 

 '• ' Struck music worthy of her Maker's ear.' 



" Here Jubal paused ; for grim before him lay, 

 " Couch'd like a Lion watching for his prey, 

 " With blood-red eye, of fascinating fire, 

 " Fix'd, like the gazing Serpent's, on the lyre, 

 " An awful form, that thro' the gloom appear'd 

 " Half brute, half human; whose terrific beard, 

 " And hoary flakes of long dishevell'd hair, 

 ** Like eagle's plumage, ruflScd by the air. 



