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Her tender husband, wond'ring much

To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! here's the house !"

They all at once did cry;
6. The dinner waits, and we are tir'd!"

Said Gilpin" So am I !"
But, yet his horse was not a whit

Inclin'd to tarry there ;
For why?-His owner had a house

Full ten miles off, at Ware.
So like an arrow swift he few,

Shot by an archer strong ;
So did he fly-which brings me to

The middle of my song. -
Away went Gilpin, out of breath,

And sore against his will,
Till at his friend's, Tom Callender's,

His horse at last stood still.
Tom Callender, surpris'd to see

His friend in such a trim,
Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,

And thus accosted him :" What news? What news? Your tidings tell;

Make haste and tell me all !
Say, why bare-headed are you come ?

Or why you come at all ?"
Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,

And lov'd a timely joke ; And thus unto Tom Callender,

In merry strains he spoke :-
“ I came because your horse Trould come ;

And if I well forebode,
My hat and wig will soon be here ;

They are upon the road."
Tom Callender, right glad to find

His friend in merry pin,
Return'd him not a single word,

But to the house went in:
Whence straight he came with hat and wig,

A wig that flow'd behind,
A hat not much the worse for wear ;

Each comely in its kind.
He held them up ; and, in his turn,

Thus show'd his ready wit
“ My head is twice as big as yours,

They therefore needs must fit. But let me scrape the dirt away

That hangs upon your face ;

And stop and eat-for well you may

Be in a hungry case !"
Said John—" It is my wedding day ;

And folks would gape and stare,
If wife should dine at Edmonton,

And I should dine at Ware!" So turning to his horse, he said,

"I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here,

You shall go back for mine."
Ah! luckless speech, and bootless boast,

For which he paid full dear ;
For, while he spake, a braying ass,

Did sing most loud and clear:
Whereat his horse did snort, as if

He heard a lion roar;
And gallop'd off with all his might,

As he had done before.
Away went Gilpin, and away

Went Gilpin's hat and wig ;
He lost them sooner than at first;

For why ?- They were too big.
Now Gilpin's wife, when she had seen

Her husband posting down
Into the country, far away,

She pull'd out half a crown: And thus unto the youth she said

That drove them to the Bell, 66 This shall be yours, when you bring back.

My husband safe and well.”
The youth did ride, and soon they met;

He tried to stop John's horse
By seizing fast the flowing rein;

But only made things worse :
For not performing what he meant,

And gladly would have done,
He thereby frighted Gilpin's horse,

And made him faster run.
Away went Gilpin--and away

Went postboy at his heels ;
The postboy's horse right glad to miss,

The lumb’ring of the wheels.
Six gentlemen upon the road,

Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
With postboy scamp'ring in the rear,

They rais'd the hue and cry.
Stop thief! stop thief! a highwayman!"
Not one of them was mute ;

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So they, and all that pass'd that way,

Soon join'd in the pursuit.
And now the turnpike-gates again

Flew open in short space ;
The tollmen thinking, as before,

That Gilpin rode a race :
And so he did, and won it too ;

For he got first to town:
Nor stopp'd till where he had got up,

He did again get down.
Now let

us sing—" Long live the king ; And Gilpin long live he: And when he next doth ride abroad,

May I be there to see !"

VII.—The Creation of the World.

MEANWHILE the Son On his great expedition now appear'd, Girt with omnipotence, with radiance crown'd, Of majesty divine ; sapience and love Immense, and all his Father in him shone About his chariot numberles were pour'd Cherub and seraph, potentates and thrones, And virtues; wing'd spirits and chariot's wing'd From the armory of God; where stand of old Myriads, between two brazen mountains lodg'd Against a solemn day, harness'd at hand. Celestial equipage ! and now came forth Spontaneous, for within them spirit liv'd, Attendant on their Lord; heaven open'd wide Her ever-during gates, harmonious sound ! On golden hinges moving, to let forth The King of Glory, in his powerful Word And Spirit coming to create new worlds. On heavenly ground they stood, and from the shore They view'd the vast immeasurable abyss, Outrageous as a sea ; dark, wasteful, wild; Up from the bottom turn'd by furious winds, And surging waves, as mountains to assault Heaven's height, and with the centre mix the pole.

Silence, ye troubled waves! and thou deep, peace ! Said then the omnific Word, your discord end : Nor stay'd; but on the wings of Cherubim Uplifted, in paternal glory rode Far into Chaos, and the world unborn ; For Chaos heard his voice; him all his train Follow'd in bright procession to behold Creation, and the wonders of his might. Then stay'd the fervid wheels, and in his hand He took the golden compasses, prepar'd In God's eternal store, to circumscribe

This universe, and all created things.
One foot he center'd, and the other turn'd
Round through the vast profundity obscure,
And said, thus far extend, thus far thy bounds,
This be thy just circumference, O world !

Thus God the heaven created, thus the earth,
Matter unform’d and void ! Darkness profound
Cover'd th' abyss; but on the watery calm
His brooding wings the spirit of God outspread,
And vital virtue infus'd, and vital warmth
Throughout the fluid mass; but downward pụrg'd
The black, tartareous, cold, infernal dregs,
Adverse to life ; then founded, then conglob'd
Like things to light, the rest to several place
Disparted ; and between, spun out the air ;
And earth, self-balanced, on her centre hung.

VIII.-Overthrow of the Rebel Angels. SO spake the Son, and into terror chang'd His countenance, too severe to be beheld, And full of wrath bent on his enemies. At once the four spread out their starry wings, With dreadful shape contiguous, and the orbs Of his fierce chariot roll’d, as with the sound Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host. He on his impious foes, right onward drove, Gloomy as night. Under his burning wheels The steadfast empirean shook throughout, All but the throne itself of God. Full soon Among them he arriv'd; in his right hand Grasping ten thousand thunders, which he sent Before him, such as in their souls infix'd Plagues. They, astonish'd, all resistance lost, All courage ; down their idle weapons dropp'd : O’er shields, and helms, and helmed heads he rode, Of thrones and mighty seraphim prostrate, That wish'd the mountains, now, might be again Thrown on them as a shelter from his ire. Nor less on either side, tempestuous fell His arrows, from the fourfold visag'd four Distinct with eyes, and from the living wheels Distinct alike with multitude of eyes : One spirit in them rul'd; and every eye Glar'd lightning, and shot forth per:sicious fire Among th' accurs'd, that wither'd all their strength, And, of their wonted vigour, left them drain'd, Exhausted, spiritless, afflicted, fall’n. Yet half his strength he put not forth ; but check'd His thunder in mid-volley; for he meant Not to destroy, but to root them out of heaven. The overthrown he rais'd ; and as a herd Of goats or timorous flock together throng'd,

Drove them before him thunderstruck, pursu'd
With terrors and with furies, to the bounds
And crystal wall of heaven; which, opening wide,
Roll'd inward, and a spacious gap disclos'd
Into the wasteful deep. The monstrous sight
Struck them with horror backward ; but far worse
Urg'd them behind. Headlong themselves they threw
Down from the verge of heaven; eternal wrath
Burnt after them to the bottomless pit.

IX.-Alexander's Feast ; or, the Power of Music.--An Ode

for St. Cecilia's Day.
"TWAS at the royal feast, for Persia won
By Philip's warlike son.-
Aloft in awful state,
The godlike hero sat
On his imperial throne.

His valiant peers were plac'd around,
Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound;

So should desert in arms be crown'd.
The lovely Thais by his side,
Sat like a blooming eastern bride,
In flower of youth and beauty's pride.-.

Happy, happy, happy pair !
None but the brar",

None but the brave,
None but the brave, deserve the fair,
Timothéus plac'd on high,

Amid the tuneful choir,

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre :
The trembling notes ascend the sky,

And heavenly joys inspire.
The song began from Jove,
Who left his blissful seats above ;
(Such is the power of mighty love !)
A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god;
Sublime on radiant spheres he rode.

When he to fair Olympia press'd,
And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of the world.

The list’ning crowd admire the lofty sound;
A present deity, they shout around ;
A present deity; the vaulted roofs rebound.

With ravish'd ears the monarch hears,

Assumes the god, affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.
The praise of Bacchus, then, the sweet musician sung ;
Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young.

The.jolly god in triumph comes !
Sound the trumpet ; beat the drums;
Flush'd with a purple grace,
He shows his honest face :

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