With flashing fury bid his eye-balls shine; Meek is his favage, fullen foul to thine! Thy touch, thy deadening touch has steel'd the breast, ' Whence, thro' her rainbow-shower, foft Pity smil'd; Has clos'd the heart each godlike virtue bleft, To all the filent pleadings of his child. At thy command he plants the dagger deep, At thy command exults, tho' Nature bids him weep! I. 2. When, with a frown that froze the peopled earth, Thou dartedft thy huge head from high, Night wav'd her banners o'er the sky, And, brooding, gave her fhapeless fhadows birth. 2 |