Damn'd below Judas: more abhorr'd than he was, Twice betrayed Jesus me, the last delinquent, Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: Hard lot! encompass'd with a thousand dangers; Him the vindictive rod of angry justice Buried above ground. 8 16 A SONG OF MERCY AND JUDGMENT [Written 1764. Published, from the copy among the Ash MSS., in The Universal Review, 1890.] LORD, I love the habitation Where the Saviour's honour dwells; Grace Divine, how sweet the sound, Me thro' waves of deep affliction, Hard to bear and passing thought. Sweet the sound of Grace Divine, 6 Sweet the grace which makes me thine. 12 From the cheerful beams of morning And the shades of night returning Food I loath'd nor ever tasted But by violence constrain'd. Strength decayed and body wasted, Sweet the sound, &c. Lines-15 if vanquish'd] Southey suggests in anguish. 16 20 Bound and watch'd, lest life abhorring I should my own death procure, For to me the Pit of Roaring Fear of Thee, with gloomy sadness, Then what soul-distressing noises 24 28 Visionary scenes and voices, Flames of Hell and screams of woe. 32 Grace Divine, &c. But at length a word of Healing "Twas a word well tim'd and suited Spoke in love and seal'd with pow'r. I, He said, have seen thee grieving, Take the Bloody Seal I give thee, Deep impress'd upon thy soul; 36 40 44 God, thy God, will now receive thee, ODE TO PEACE [Written 1773 (?). Published 1782. There is a copy among the Ash MSS.] COME, peace of mind, delightful guest! Where wilt thou dwell if not with me, And pleasure's fatal wiles? For whom, alas! dost thou prepare 6 The sweets that I was wont to share, 12 The great, the gay, shall they partake The heav'n that thou alone canst make? That murmurs through the dewy mead, The grove and the sequester'd shed, To be a guest with them? For thee I panted, thee I priz'd, Whate'er I lov'd before; And shall I see thee start away, And, helpless, hopeless, hear thee say- THE SHRUBBERY, WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION Он, happy shades to me unblest! Foregoes not what she feels within, And slights the season and the scene. Ode to Peace-3 this sad] William's A, Base beguiles? A. 18 24 8 9 Whom nothing For all that pleas'd in wood or lawn, While peace possess'd these silent bow'rs, Her animating smile withdrawn, Has lost its beauties and its pow'rs. The saint or moralist should tread This moss-grown alley, musing, slow; HEU! QUAM REMOTUS [Written "die ultimo 1774." Published in the 1835 edition of the Autobiography.] Heu quam remotus vescor ab omnibus Deserui tremulam sub ense; Fata sed haec voluere nostra. THE WINTER NOSEGAY [Written 1777 (?). Published 1782.] WHAT nature, alas! has denied To the delicate growth of our isle, Art has in a measure supplied, And winter is deck'd with a smile. See, Mary, what beauties I bring From the shelter of that sunny shed, Where the flow'rs have the charms of the spring, Though abroad they are frozen and dead. "Tis a bow'r of Arcadian sweets, Where Flora is still in her prime, A fortress, to which she retreats From the cruel assaults of the clime. 16 24 10 8 While earth wears a mantle of snow, ON THE TRIAL OF ADMIRAL KEPPEL 16 24 [Written 1778. Published, from the copy among the Ash MSS., in The Universal Review, 1890.] KEPPEL, returning from afar With laurels on his brow, Comes home to wage a sharper war, And with a fiercer foe. The blow was rais'd with cruel aim, But lighting on his well earn'd fame Slander and Envy strive to tear But Truth, who made his cause her care, The charge, that was design'd to sound Has only call'd a navy round To praise him to his face. 8 16 AN ADDRESS TO THE MOB ON OCCASION OF THE LATE RIOT AT THE HOUSE OF SIR HUGH PALLISER [Written 1778. Published, from the copy among the Ash MSS., in The Universal Review, 1890.] AND is it thus, ye base and blind, |