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XXIV.
The venerable Father stands,
To Heaven raised his eyes and hands, —
And thus he said: —
To Heaven raised his eyes and hands, —
And thus he said: —
“First unto thee,
“Truth, Virtue, Justice, Clemency,
“Thou God of all! we bend the knee
“To adore thy love, and praise thy power,
“Present to aid in needful hour!
“My sons — my sons! — my daughter, join
“In the all-holy work divine! —
“Truth, Virtue, Justice, Clemency,
“Thou God of all! we bend the knee
“To adore thy love, and praise thy power,
“Present to aid in needful hour!
“My sons — my sons! — my daughter, join
“In the all-holy work divine! —
“Now, lo! the azure path on high
“Chaste Dian treads, along the sky;
“Attended with her virgin train,
“In her own temple's solemn fane,
“Who've filled their vestal lamps with light,
“To adorn the columns of the night, —
“And like serenity I feel
“Throughout my peaceful spirit steal; —
“But yet the wintry eve, though fair,
“For Eld is much too chill and bare;
“And Youth, whose soul with ardor glows,
“Brooks not a night of shivering snows;
“Once more, and for the last time, then,
“Our Hermitage we'll see agen,
“Till morn to give us lodging meet —
“But then, farewell the lonely seat! —
“To spring, to grove, to peaceful cell,
“And hermit weeds — a long farewell!
“But hail the dawn of hope and bliss,
“That with the morrow's sun shall rise!
“All hail, society and men!
“My antient fields, all hail, agen!
“Plains, walks, and hills, my halls, my bowers
“Ye fretted roofs, and marble floors,
“Ye lofty and paternal towers,
“I bring ye them who shall restore
“The mirth and cheer ye knew of yore!
“And ay, the minstrel of our line
“Shall tune our tale, 'mid feast and wine,
“Upon his lofty harp divine;
“And ever, ere he end the song,
“This moral shall the theme prolong —
“Chaste Dian treads, along the sky;
“Attended with her virgin train,
“In her own temple's solemn fane,
“Who've filled their vestal lamps with light,
“To adorn the columns of the night, —
“And like serenity I feel
“Throughout my peaceful spirit steal; —
“But yet the wintry eve, though fair,
“For Eld is much too chill and bare;
“And Youth, whose soul with ardor glows,
“Brooks not a night of shivering snows;
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“Our Hermitage we'll see agen,
“Till morn to give us lodging meet —
“But then, farewell the lonely seat! —
“To spring, to grove, to peaceful cell,
“And hermit weeds — a long farewell!
“But hail the dawn of hope and bliss,
“That with the morrow's sun shall rise!
“All hail, society and men!
“My antient fields, all hail, agen!
“Plains, walks, and hills, my halls, my bowers
“Ye fretted roofs, and marble floors,
“Ye lofty and paternal towers,
“I bring ye them who shall restore
“The mirth and cheer ye knew of yore!
“And ay, the minstrel of our line
“Shall tune our tale, 'mid feast and wine,
“Upon his lofty harp divine;
“And ever, ere he end the song,
“This moral shall the theme prolong —
“Whoe'er on other aids relies,
“Save Justice, and the Charities,
“Gains but of infamy and guilt
“The pinnacle, where blood is spilt;
“Firm though it seem, of piled dead —
“The wrecks of Virtue's temples — made,
“They who advanced him to that height,
“Shall plunge him down to endless night!
“While Virtue and her children stand
“Secure 'mid storms on every hand —
“Though tempest swell, and whirlwind rage,
“Dauntless with ruin they engage,
“And all good Angels from above
“Sustain them in the strife of Love!”
“Save Justice, and the Charities,
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“The pinnacle, where blood is spilt;
“Firm though it seem, of piled dead —
“The wrecks of Virtue's temples — made,
“They who advanced him to that height,
“Shall plunge him down to endless night!
“While Virtue and her children stand
“Secure 'mid storms on every hand —
“Though tempest swell, and whirlwind rage,
“Dauntless with ruin they engage,
“And all good Angels from above
“Sustain them in the strife of Love!”
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