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Dispatch thy vengeance, bid it overthrow
grant thy safety lodg'd in thee alone;
“ Fond man! the vision of a moment made ! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade! What worlds hast thou produc'd, what creatures
“ Who in the stupid ostrich has subdued
“ How rich the peacock ! what bright glories run
With conscious state the spacious round displays, And slowly moves amid the waving blaze.
“ Who taught the hawk to find, in seasons wise, Perpetual summer, and a change of skies? When clouds deform the year, she mounts the wind, Shoots to the south, nor fears the storm behind ; The Sun returning, she returns again, Lives in his beams, and leaves ill days to men. “ Though strong the hawk, though practis'd well
to fly, An eagle drops her in a lower sky; An eagle, when, deserting human sight, She seeks the Sun in her unwearied fight : Diu thy command her yellow pinion lift So high in air, and set her on the clift, Where far above thy world she dwells alone, And proudly makes the strength of rocks her own; Thence wide o'er Nature takes her dread survey, And with a glance predestinates her prey ? She feasts her young with blood; and, hovering o'er Th' unslaughter'd host, enjoys the promis'd gore.
“ Know'st thou how many moons, by me assign'd, Roll o'er the mountain goat, and forest hind, While pregnant they a mother's load sustain ? They bend in anguish, and cast forth their pain. Hale are their young, from human frailties freed; Walk unsustain'd, and unassisted feed; They live at once ; forsake the dam's warm side ; Take the wide world, with Nature for their guide ; Bound o'er the lawn, or seek the distant glade ; And find a home in each delightful shade.
“ Will the tall reem, which knows no Lord but
me, Low at the crib, and ask an alms of thee? Submit his unworn shoulder to the yoke, Break the stiff clod, and o'er thy furrow smoke ? Since great his strength, go trust him, void of care ; Lay on his neck the toil of all the year ; Bid him bring home the seasons to thy doors, And cast his load among thy gather'd stores.
“ Didst thou from service the wild ass discharge, And break his bonds, and bid him live at large, Through the wide waste, his ample mansion, roam, And lose himself in his unbounded home? By Nature's hand magnificently fed, His meal is on the range of mountains spread ; As in pure air aloft he bounds along, He sees in distant smoke the city throng; Conscious of freedom, scorns the smother'd train, The threatening driver, and the servile rein.
“ Survey the warlike horse! didst thou invest With thunder his robust distended chest ? No sense of fear his dauntless soul allays; 'Tis dreadful to behold his nostrils blaze; To paw the vale he proudly takes delight, And triumphs in the fullness of his might; High rais'd he snuffs the battle from afar, And burns to plunge amid the raging war ; And mocks at death, and throws his foam around, And in a storm of fury shakes the ground. How does his firm, his rising heart advance Full on the brandish'd sword, and shaken lance:
While his fix'd eye-balls meet the dazzling shield,
“ But, fiercer still, the lordly lion stalks,
“ Mild is my behemoth, though large his frame; Smooth is his temper, and represt his flame, While unprovok’d. This native of the flood Lifts his broad foot, and puts ashore for food ; Earth sinks beneath him, as he moves along To seek the herbs, and mingle with the throng.
See with what strength his harden'd loins are bound,
“ Go to the Nile, and, from its fruitful side,
Will he own
“Shall pompous banquets swell with such a prize? And the bowl journey round his ample size ?