Quitting the helm, while at his mandate close Of those who dar'd in Freedom's cause to bleed; To Poland lost, while, with gigantic power, * La Fayette. IMITATION OF MARTIAL. THIS print, in Europe's general history bound, But could the pencil mental features trace, This plate would stride o'er portraits, books, and maps, INDIAN ODES. BY THE LATE REV. W. B. STEVENS, ADVERTISEMENT. THE Scenery of the following Odes is supposed to lie in the most wild and unenlightened Parts of India. The Names of the two adverse Countries, Hindvar and Oglu, are fictitious. Rutren, or as he is called, Ishuren, or Ruddiren, is one of the three chief Divinities among the Indians: his Office is that of Destruction, and he is the favourite Deity of the Malabars. The Goddess Chaday, is believed by that Nation to be the Mother of the Dirumurtigol, under which general denomination the three Divinities are included. "TWAS RUTREN AND CHADAY. ODE I. As at the sad and and solemn hour, Charm'd the air with angry sound; From Indian fires, a dying flame Gleain'd with faint lustre through the cypress-shade, Which to the fevered eye of Fear became A thousand Giant-Forms, in fancied hues array'd. While hungry panthers urg'd their furious way, And where the warriour-spirit stalk'd along, And wav'd his airy bow, and howl'd his hideous song? First the Sons of Rutren came, Fierce in arms of fiery show; Strong to slay and swift to fly, Rutren led the warrior-crew Red with lightnings glanc'd his spear, Virgins all that died for Love, Warriour-mothers, warriour-wives, All who climb'd the funeral pyre, These the Nymphs that Chaday led, "Ye fairer souls! ye warriours slain! "So India's sons, a living train, "Shall lead their rites to Rutren's shrine, "Shall swiftly sweep the walks of War, "For ever bold, for ever free; "And Rutren, from his crimson car, "Shall give the wreath of Victory. "So India's Nymphs, on Oglu's plain, "Shall pay their vows to Chaday due; "So shall they weep no Lover slain, "The Lover crown'd, the Virgin true." He spake. The golden eye of Day appear'd, And Rutren led the Heroe-band All sad and sorrowing from their native strand; Chaday curs'd the sacred light, The living God of Fire she fear'd, And swiftly sought again the bowels of the Night, Swift with her fled the virgin train; But India's Genius lov'd no other plain, On Indian ground for ever shall he stay, Nor shun the depths of night, nor fear the fires of day. ODE TO THE SUN. * ODE II. HAIL to the God, whose golden ray They feel thy sacred flame, and own thy glowing pow'r. Arise, ye sons of India, rise! The Lord of Heav'n ascends the skies, * This, and the Songs of War and Victory, are supposed to have been sung, or recited, by a Chorus of Bramins, at different times, as the different occasions required. |