University of Virginia Library

XXII.

“How her eye opened! yet, soon dark,
“Beneath those fringes, every spark.—
“But with far other glances she
“Shall open soon its Heaven on me—
“For those fierce gleams of haggard ire,
“Oeiliads of love, and soft desire—
“'Tis thus we win the joys of love,
“Which ne'er yon Anchorites can prove;
“Self-reft of all delights they dwell
“Within that solitary Cell;
“Fools of reclusion fond and dull,
“Of worldly disappointments full —
“Cowards! why not revenge their loss,
“Upon the injurious World like us?—
“Even now, within their Hermitage
“They tremble at our threatened rage,
“Loathing our name, and full of fears,
“Though our cause be the same as their's—
“Cowards! whose place the World was joy'd,
“To find for nobler Spirits void.
“From Us she parted with regret,
“And would rejoice again to get;
“But we had the contempt to spurn,
“The wisdom never to return,
“The courage to revenge, or die—
“Which last they lack from Piety—
“Hey! Piety?—a goodly veil
“To hide the fears it would conceal.
“But we can shew as much as they,
“In a more bold and manly way—
“Now, by the thousand arms of Death!
“Give to the song of Triumph breath—
“Ye horrors of the foggy wood!
“Avengers of a Brother's blood!
“Of a Son's wrongs! a Father's fate!
“Sent post to Hell by kindred hate—
“Startle these hermits;—loud and brief,—
“For joyous is your faithful Chief!”