POETRY. 9Q5 



Yes, it shall come ! e'en now my eyes behold, 

 In distant view the wish'd-for age uiu'old. 

 Lo, o'er the shadowy days that roll between, 

 A waud'ring gleam foretells th' ascending scene ! 

 Oh, doon)'d victorious from thy wounds to rise, 

 Dejected India, lift thy downcast eyes, 

 And mark the hour, whose faithful stops for thee 

 Through Time's prcss'd ranks bring on the jubilee. 



Roll back, ye crowded years, your thick arraj, 

 Greet the glad hour, and give the triumph way. 

 Hail First and Greatest, inexpressive name, 

 Substantial Wisdom, God with God the same! 

 Oh Light, which shades of fiercest glory \eil, 

 Oh human Essence, mix'd with Godhead, hail ! 

 Powers, Princedoms, Virtues, wait thy sovereign caB, 

 And but for Thee exists this breathing all. 

 Then shake thy heavens, thou Mightiest, and descend, 

 While Truth and Peace thy radiant march attend. 

 With wearied hopes thy thousand empires groan. 

 Our aching eyes demand thy promis'd throne. 

 Oh cheer the realms from life and sunshine far ! 

 Oh plant in Eastern skies thy seven-fold star ! 



Then, while transported Asia kneels around, 

 With ancient arts, and long-lost glories crown'd, 

 Some happier Bard, on Ganges' margin laid. 

 Where playful bamboos weave their fretted shade, 

 Shall to the strings a loftier tone impart, 

 And pour in rapturous verse his flowing heart. 

 Stamp'd in immortal light on future days. 

 Through all the strain his country's joys shall blaze; 

 The Sanscreet song be warm'd with heavenly fire«. 

 And themes divine awake from Indian lyres. 



ODE ON THE BATTLE OF THE NILE. 



By the Right Honourable the Earl or Cartsfort, Sfe. Sje. 

 ( Original.) 



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EXULTING in his martial name, 

 In Arcole, and Lodi's fame ; 

 Th' unconquer'd chief, proud Gallia's boast, 

 Surveys his gallant naval host ; 



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