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GRIGINAL POETRY. 

The ABOLITION of CATHOLICISM. 
Written on learning the Arrival of the Fr ench at 
Rome in 1798. 
ON confecrated ground 
Their trampled graves around, 
Ghofts of the good, their midnight moanings 
vent ; 
Yon vacant ailes among, 
Where kneel’d the chriftian throng, 
Voices of weeping ftray with ftrange lament, 
A dew from the chill marble breaks, 
While each peculiar pow’r its long-wont feat 
forfakes, 
The quaking altars round, 
A drear and dying found 
Difmays the prieft amid his mutter’d toil: 
Befide the golden fhrine 
Expires the taper’s fhine, 
The guardian faints with wailings thence re- 
coil ;- 
As were it their unwilling doom 
Thro’ the aérial wafte to rove in lonely gloom, 
Celeftial groves of palm, . 
Ye are not ever calm; 
Laden with fighs, the gales of Eden Bow 5 
Tears fuch as angels weep 
The unfading amaranth fteep; 
The living waters flide more fad and flow 5 
The golden harps are all unftrung, 
Mute to the fweeping hand, and on the wil- 
lows hung. 
Jn coarfer fackcloth fold 
Thy limbs of dainty mold; 
Fling further off thine effenc’d kerchiefs 
{weet 5 
With brinier tears embathe, 
With loofer treffes fwathe, 
Fair Magdalena, thy lov’d prophet’s feet: 
_ Forgot is now, by man below, 
The life of matchlefs love, the death of 
matchlefs woe. 
Nor James, nor fworded Paul, 
Watch in the crofs-fhap’d hall: 
Nor the firft martyr of a madding crowd, 
. Back to the defert-air 
Unmet fhall he repair, 
Who guided throngs to Jordan’s cleanfing 
flood. 
E’en the much-lov’d difciple muft not ftay, 
His crown of glory fheds a paler, bluer ray. 
Cecilia’s bright-haird baad 
Of pupil cherubs ftand, 
With veiling wings their drooping heads 
concealing : 
To hymns of praife and joy 
Their clofed lips are coy ; 
To anthems high in echoing air far pealing. 
Huth’d is her foul-diflolving tongue, 
Nor floats aloof her proud-voie’d organ’s role 
ing fong. 
Montary Mag, No. xxx. 
Forego thy keys of gold, 
The pearly gates unfold, 
Cephas, thy manfioners muft now be free. 
Not all on high who bide 
Shall grace the judge’s fides 
When, the new earth reclad in bridal glee, 
On clouds of heav’n majettic riding, 
He comes to wake the dead, the dooms of 
men deciding. 
Whether for Conftatine, 
Or that myfterious Trine, i 
Which ranks the prophet with the Only Lord ; 
Or for that Dominique, 
Whofe cruel heat oblique 
Steep’d writhing infidels in flames abhorr’d 5 
Or for thofe priefts the wed-bed who ree 
nounce, 
Flows the wrath-vial now—-what mortal may 
pronounce. 
The ftar that told his birth, 
Who taught a heedlefs earth 
How might be won the beamy home of SG 
The queen of heav’n forlorn 
From her high front hath torn; 
Hurlingits glories to the foul abyfs, 
In meet eclipfe,while the arch-fiend of God, 
Loos’d from his fearing chains, fhall wield the 
_ fov’reign rod. 
The thoufand years are paft 
Fer which his bonds fhould laft, 
Again he ftrolls abroad and roars amain 3 
‘¢ There is no God,” he cries, 
While impious fhouts arife, 
And laughing crouds applaud the fell rapeht 
ftrain. 
‘* No God,” with lips unpalfied they de- 
clare, 
Toffing their brands againft the fcorned domes 
» of prayer, 
Torn from its altar-ftand 
With facrilegious hand, 
The chalice fcatters its forbidden wine: 
On myftic wafers, flung 
In {corn by heaps of dung, 
And human fieth, dogs of the mifcreants dines 
And him who on the crucifix expir’d 
They hoot a felon fool by fellow fools ade 
mir’d. 
Was it for thefe accurft, 
Great Angelo, that erft 
Thy chifel bad the moving marble preach ? 
That Raphael was not loth 
The ftoried wall to cloathe 
With thofe pure charities, which vainly 
teach ? 
That Pergolefi told the mother’s woe 
In wringing tones fo footh that ieraphs 
lean’d to know? 
- As, when o’er guilty towns 
_ Jehovah's anger frowns, 
3B hs Deep 
