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Odes, English and Latin

By Thomas James Mathias. Reprinted 1798

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ODE II. THE RENOVATION OF THE WORLD, AND FUTURE RETRIBUTION.
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ODE II. THE RENOVATION OF THE WORLD, AND FUTURE RETRIBUTION.


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Argument.

The Gods (or Dæmones) meet on the top of mount Inda, and sing the following prophetic song of triumph.


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Now the spirit's plastic might,
Brooding o'er the formless deep,
O'er the dusk abysm of night,
Bids creation cease to sleep!
Instant from the riven main
Starts the renovated Earth;
Pine-clad mountain, shaded plain;
See, 'tis Nature's second birth!

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Gods on Inda spread the board;
Such was the supreme decree:
Swell the strains in full accord,
Strains of holiest harmony!
“High the sparkling beverage pour;
“Be the song with horror fraught:
“Mark! the consecrated hour
“Lifts the soul to solemn thought.
“Odin first inspires the verse,
“Gor'd by the relentless fang;
“Æther felt the conflict fierce,
“Dying groan, and parting pang.
“Where is now his vaunted might?
“Where the terror of his eye?
“Fled for aye from scenes of light:
“Pour the sparkling beverage high.

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“Lo! they fleet in radiant round,
“Years of plenty, years of joy:
“Sorrow's place no more is found,
“Cares that vex, or sweets that cloy.
“From the kindly teeming soil,
“Ripen'd harvests wave unsown;
“Wherefore needs the peasant's toil?
“Nature works, and works alone.
“Ask ye, whose the scepter'd sway?
“'Tis to lordly Balder given:
“Mark him there, in bright array,
“Stalking through the halls of heaven.
“Hoder holds united reign;
“Latest times their strength shall prove,
“Monarchs of the bleak domain.
“Know ye now what's done above?

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“Is it blest delusion's hour?
“Rolls mine eye in frenzied trance?
“Beams of glory round me shower;
“Troops of radiant forms advance.
“Founded on that firm-set rock,
“Rising view the dome of gold,
“Fix'd secure from wintry shock:
“There the good, and there the bold.
“High in tracts of troubled air,
“Justice waves her awful sword:
“Vice appall'd, with hideous stare,
“Shrinks, ere spoke the dooming word.
“In Nastronda's northern plain,
“Hark, th'invenom'd portals ope:
“Respite there is none of pain,
“Cheerless all, without a hope.

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“Dog-ey'd Lust, Adult'ry foul,
“Murder red with many a stain,
“At the fatal entrance scowl,
“Bound in adamantine chain.
“Know ye what is done above?
“Know ye now the deeds of night?”
They spoke: the feast of joy and love
Glow'd on Inda's glist'ring height.