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Their power on earth to speed thy great design,
Say, for alone thou canst, which first and last,
In war, or council, lent his devilish aid.

Long time had Satan view'd with envious eye,
From where in Pandæmonium thron'd he sat,
Columbia's mighty chief, at whose right hand
He saw Success waving her lucid plumes,
While Glory had descended from above,
And o'er his standard spread her eagle wings.
He saw, and griev'd, and thus to his compeers
Pour'd the foreboding tumults of his soul;

"Was it for this that we have toil'd so long
To avert the will of Heaven, and to mix
In all the affairs of men discord and war?
Shall a mean rebel trample under foot





markable, indeed, that the celebrated duke of Manchester applied this very passage to those evil counsellors whose rash and headstrong politics caused that fatal war which is the subject of the present poem; but the enlightened reader needs not be told that, how evil soever the poet may believe such counsels to have been, his whole object in introducing his machinery is purely allegorical. Lords' Debates, March 5, 1776, v. p. 189. Almon.

30. a mean rebel-As the direct tendency of superfluous wealth, particularly in the earlier period of life, is to enervate the human mind, pointing out only quò ducit gula, it is not much to be wondered at that many of the greatest characters of the world should have arisen from humble stations. "Washington's patrimonial estate was by no means considerable; his youth was employed in useful industry-in the practice of his profession as a surveyor." And if the reader will take the pains to inquire into the origin of the various administrators (for I speak not of emperors and kings) of the European governments, either at the present, or in former times, he will find it not unfrequently obscure and humble. See Marshall's Life of Washington, ii. p. 2, 8vo. Phillips, 1804.

Our fruitful crops of ignorance and power?
Say, shall a people's choice thus reassume
The reins of empire we so long have plac'd
Under the rule of proved ministers ?
See where Columbia's endless woods rebound
With hymns of victory; see her altars blaze
With the rich incense of a people's joy!

Heard ye that shout? All heaven, and earth, and hell,


Chaos, and night reverberate the sound;
'T was to seraphick Liberty. E'en now,
Now while we thus deliberation hold,
The mighty foe prepares with latest hand
To perfect his great work: Columbia,
Whence we have hop'd, as from an earthly throne,
Preeminent to pour upon mankind


Future oppression, civil wars, and strife;
Columbia crown'd with freedom, plenty, peace,
Will propagate her blessings far and wide,
And all our hopes be blasted with our power.
Hell! hear my voice! perhaps for this last time 50
Do I address thee; my prophetick mind
Forebodes some dire misfortune to my throne,


44. Whence we have hop'd,-If the efforts of the British ministry to subjugate America had been crowned with success, it is hardly possible to doubt the consequences that would have ensued: "either terms must have been granted to her equivalent to independence, or else a perpetual cause of war would have remained." Other nations must have suffered by these conflicts with America, as they are now benefited by the establishment of her independence. Upon this subject the reader may consult the advertisement prefixed to Ramsay's History; and the Appendix, No. IV. 8vo. Stockdale, 1793.

Some speedy dissolution. Brave compeers!
Now give your best advice; and thou, whose gold
Hath mightiest influence o'er the hearts of men, 55
Exert thy wonted power, or rather seek
Some new unbroken treasure, for great need
Have we of every succour fall we now,
We are for ever fallen; we rise no more.”


Scarce had he said, when in the furthest west 60 Seraphick splendour glided down the sky, And over York-town halted. Vaulted hell Saw the dire sign, and to its central depths Groan'd. Satan shook in all his ponderous limbs, And his dread tongue forgot its utterance; 65 While silence, still as night, held the whole host Of hell's proud chiefs; until again their prince, By shame and anger rous'd, thus loud exclaim'd; "Moloch! why sleepest thou? Beëlzebub ! Mammon! and all ye potentates of hell! Rouse, rouse your energies! For shame, ye chiefs! Is this the time to sleep, when all the powers Of heaven and earth combine to overthrow Our new-establish'd empire, and restore The reign of peace and charity to man? E'en hell itself 's in danger: saw ye not The archangel Liberty with outspread wing Glide thro' the western sky, and take her stand Close by our foe, near York-town's sea-lav'd walls? That Liberty's our death! Then farewell, hell! 80 Farewell, our throne! Annihilation, hail!"

So spake the archfiend indignant, Moloch rose,


And with fell fury struggling, and with words
Half chok'd in utterance thus pour'd out his wrath;
"Moloch! why sleepest thou? Did Moloch sleep
When all the embattled Seraphim engag'd

In doubtful war on either side of heaven?
Did Moloch sleep when the uprooted hills,
Torn from their base, with all their ponderous loads,
Encounter'd in mid ether, and there fix'd
Arch'd o'er heaven's pavement? Where was Moloch



When the dread Thunderer drove his rapid car
O'er fallen millions, and the forked light
Hurl'd us down headlong from the gates of heaven?
And when in hell's profound, where all the host
Lay floundering, did not Moloch's dauntless spirit
Thirst for revenge, and urge again the war?
What words have thus escap'd thee, mighty prince?
I never prophesied of death to hell;

I never bid annihilation hail ;

I tremble not because seraphick light
Hath halted over York-town. If it have,
Moloch will meet it there. Give me my arms;
This the first time that Moloch branded stood
With sleepy cowardice,and this the last;
For here I swear, and hell confirm the oath,
That Moloch here shall not be seen again,
Till he redeem his forfeited repute."



He said, and swore a Stygian oath that shook E'en Satan's haughty soul; then seiz'd his arms, 110 While quivering horrour sat upon his lips.

To them rose Beelzebub, than whom in hell
No spirit more fraught with wisdom's choicest


And thus with soothing words the chiefs address'd;
"Whence this dire discord midst immortal spirits?
Is 't not enough that heaven and earth combine 116
To undermine our cause, but must ourselves
Accelerate our downfall, and become
The scorn and ridicule of all our foes?
What joy in heaven to see the chiefs of hell
Divided 'gainst themselves! Beyond this place
We have no other hope; 't were vanity
To expect external aid, when he alone
Who has the power to aid us is our foe.
Check then this rising wrath, lest punishment 125
Bring with it late repentance, and that portent,
Which not our prince alone, but all, e'en thou,
Brave Moloch! not unmov'd have seen, o'erwhelm
Us all in one inextricable fate."

To him thus Moloch temperate replied;
"Thy wisdom, Beelzebub! hath set my fault
In clear and open view before my eyes.
Moloch's ungovern'd haste shall ne'er be said
To have endanger'd hell; my hate to heaven,
Full well ye all do know, is rooted deep;
My interests are in hell. Our wiser prince
Foresees some dire misfortune to our power;
We all, I own it, felt unwonted pangs;
My voice then is for war, for open war,
And if we are to die, let's die the death





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