Nor sun nor moon they need,-nor day, nor night;— God is their temple, and the Lamb their light: And shall not Israel's sons exulting come, Hail the glad beam, and claim their ancient home? On David's throne shall David's offspring reign, And the dry bones be warm with life again. Hark! white-rob'd crowds their deep hosannas raise, And the hoarse flood repeats the sound of praise; Ten thousand harps attune the mystic song, "Who died, who lives, triumphant o'er the grave!" ID. QVANDO. ACCIDERIT. NON. SATIS. AVDEO EFFARI. SIQVIDEM. NON. CLARIVS. MIHI PER. SACROS. TRIPODES. CERTA. REFERT. DEVS NEC. SERVAT. PENITVS. FIDEM QVOD. SI. QVID. LICEAT. CREDERE. ADHVC. TAMEN NAM. LAEVVM. TONVIT. NON. FVERIT. PROCVL QVAERENDVS. CELERI. QVI. PROPERET. GRADV ET. GALLVM. REPRIMAT. FEROX PETRVS. CRINITVS. IN. CARMINE AD. BER, CARAPHAM. EUROPE. Ar that dread season when th' indignant North Pour'd to vain wars her tardy numbers forth, When Frederic bent his ear to Europe's cry, And fann'd too late the flame of liberty; By feverish hope oppress'd, and anxious thought, In Dresden's grove the dewy cool I sought. Through tangled boughs the broken moonshine play'd, And Elbe slept soft beneath his linden shade:- Yet slept not all;-I heard the ceaseless jar, The rattling waggons, and the wheels of war; O'er the near bridge the thundering hoofs that trode, And the far-distant fife that thrill'd along the road. Yes, sweet it seems across some watery dell To catch the music of the pealing bell; And sweet to list, as on the beach we stray, The ship-boy's carol in the wealthy bay:- To catch the war-note on the quivering gale, And bid the blood-red paths of conquest hail. Oh! song of hope, too long delusive strain! And hear we now thy flattering voice again? Stunn'd by the wrath of Heaven, on Pratzen's hill. Oh! on that hill may no kind month renew The fertile rain, the sparkling summer dew! Accurs'd of God, may those bleak summits tell There youthful Faith and high-born Courage rest, And, red with slaughter, Freedom's humbled crest; |