Even now, the heralds of his monarch tear As the young harper tries each quivering wire, Till the whole hall, like those blest fields above, Soon as the foaming demon hears that psalm, Heaven on his memory bursts, and Eden's balm : He sees the dawnings of too bright a sky; Detects the angel in the poet's eye; With grasp convulsive, rends his matted hair; Through his strain'd eye-balls shoots a fiend-like glare; And flies, with shrieks of agony, that hall, The throne of Israel, and the breast of Saul; Exil'd to roam, or, in infernal pains, To seek a refuge from that shepherd's strains. The night was moonless :-Judah's shepherds kept Their starlight watch: their flocks around them slept.9 To heaven's blue fields their wakeful eyes were turn'd, And to the fires that there eternal burn'd. Those azure regions had been peopled long, With Fancy's children, by the sons of song: And there, the simple shepherd, conning o'er His humble pittance of Chaldean lore, Saw, in the stillness of a starry night, The Swan and Eagle wing their silent flight ;10 And, from their spangled pinions, as they flew, On Israel's vales of verdure shower the dew: Saw there, the brilliant gems, that nightly flare, In the thin mist of Berenicé's hair; And there, Boötes roll his lucid wain, On sparkling wheels, along the ethereal plain; Pursue forever the star-studded Lyre; And there, with bickering lash, heaven's Charioteer Urge round the Cynosure his bright career. While thus the shepherds watch'd the host of night, O'er heaven's blue concave flash'd a sudden light. "Glory to God ;-benevolence to man ;— Peace to the world:"-and in full concert came, Yon living lamps, charm'd from their chambers blue, Chaldea's sages saw that orb afar, Hear'st thou that solemn symphony, that swells And echoes through Philippi's gloomy cells? From vault to vault the heavy notes rebound, The wretch, who long, in dungeons cold and dank, Soon is that anthem wafted to the skies : An angel bears it, and a God replies. With thundering crash, are burst bolts, bars and locks; Rent are their chains, and shivered are their stocks ;u At the bright suns, on Freedom's brow that blaze, Whose musick charmed her from her kindred stars. 'Tis night again: for Musick loves to steal Abroad at night; when all her subjects kneel, In more profound devotion, at her throne: And, at that sober hour, she'll sit alone, And breathe her sorrows through her wreathed shell. His crown of thorns, his cross, his future glory :- Their reverend beards, that sweep their bosoms, wet |