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THE LAST DAY.
IN THREE BOOKS,
Venit summa dies.-VIRG.
Ipse pater, media nimborum in nocte, corusca
of state ;
While others sing the fortune of the great ;
immortal as his deeds inspire ; I draw a deeper scene: a scene that yields A louder trumpet, and more dreadful fields; The world alarm’d, both earth and heaven o'er
thrown, And gasping nature's last tremendous groan; Death's ancient sceptre broke, the teeming tomb, The righteous Judge, and man's eternal doom.
'Twixt joy and pain I view the bold design, And ask my anxious heart, if it be mine. Whatever great or dreadful has been done Within the sight of conscious stars or sun,
Is far beneath my daring: I look down
But chiefly thou, great Ruler! Lord of all !
Man, bear thy brow aloft, view every grace In God's great offspring, beauteous nature's face: See spring's gay bloom; see golden autumn's store; See how earth smiles, and hear old ocean roar. Leviathans but heave their cumbrous mail, It makes a tide, and wind-bound navies sail. Here, forests rise, the mountain's awful pride ; Here, rivers measure climes, and worlds divide ; There, valleys fraught with gold's resplendent seeds, Hold kings, and kingdoms' fortunes, in their beds : There, to the skies, aspiring hills ascend, And into distant lands their shades extend. View cities, armies, fleets; of fleets the pride, See Europe's law, in Albion's channel ride. View the whole earth’s vast landscape unconfin'd, Or view in Britain all her glories join'd.