 | Ouâbi : or the virtues of nature |  |
CELARIO.
How can the dead approach thy sight!Who guides them thro' the shades of night!
Would that bright soul its bliss resign,
To give a lasting stab to mine!
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Know when the glorious chief was slain?
Perhaps, the victors' triumph made,
He mourns beneath the silent shade,
Or the flow tortures strive in vain
His great, unconquer'd ruind to gain:
This daring arm shall set him free,
Pledge but thy sacred oath to me,
By all the shining pow'rs above,
By thy Celario's constant love,
'Till great Ouâbi's fate is known,
Thou wilt not dare to touch thy own.
The foe an easy prey will be,
Now lull'd to calm security:
Surprize will seize the guardless train,
And snatch the warrior-chief from pain.
| Ouâbi : or the virtues of nature | |