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With stern and alter'd gaze they sadly wait,
The fearful purpose of expected fate ;

But when they saw the wound with venom fraught,
No change-no horror in their guest had wrought,
"A God! a God !" their mingled voices cried,
And thoughts of reverence thro' their spirits glide.

Ah simple train! ye knew not that ye saw A friend of Him who vanquish'd nature's law, Who in his bright ascent still paus'd to say, "No deadly foe shall bar my servants' way; "On scorpions they shall tread, and feel no pain, "The sharp envenom'd dart shall strike in vain."

Ye knew not that ye saw the man whose woes By him were felt as joys, who deadliest foes Undaunted met; who counted losses gain ;" Who neither danger fear'd nor shrunk from pain; Whom no reproach, or scourge, or threaten'd doom,

Or present woes, or vision'd ills to come,

Or heighth, or depth, or peril, flame, or sword, Could sever from the love and service of his Lord.

To you was giv'n with pitying love to impart Those courteous deeds that win the stranger's

heart,

And though more spacious lands, perchance, display

A soil more rich, a titled train more gay,
Yet, lonely Isle, thy praise is on a page
That passes down to time's remotest age.

And in thy soil made soft by genial rain,
An unseen hand has sown a wondrous grain,
In later times,* by guardian spirits nurst,
Tho' weak it springs, its verdure faint at first,
Yet deep and wide the growing root shall spread,
And high the cherish'd plant shall rear its head,
"Till on its boughs the birds of heaven shall rest,
And wounded nations in its fruit be blest.

THE DESTRUCTION OF THE INQUISI-
TION AT GOA.

IN distant ages, which the rolling stream
Of time has wasted like a baseless dream,

While o'er the earth the clouds of darkness hung,

*

Referring to the late distribution of the Scriptures in that

Island.

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Forth from the deep abyss a monster sprung
At first a weak and wither'd wand he bore,
The mask of sanctity his features wore,
A holy zeal he prais'd, menacing loud,
And to the holy church his head he bow'd,
Arm'd with her thunders, as her champion rose,
Though leagu❜d in secret with her mortal foes,
And dark resolves, and deeds of fiendish spite
Lurk'd in his hollow bosom from the light;
Deep draughts of blood in secret cells would drain,
His ear, like music lov'd the groan of pain,
Forth to the rack the tortur'd form he led,
And the fierce flames with guiltless victims fed,
With bolts, and bars, his wretched prey confin'd,
And claim'd dominion o'er the free-born mind.

His lofty dome rose frowning on the shore,
Dark as his sins, and secret as his pow'r;
When midnight wrapt the world in Stygian shade,
The first accursed stone was hewn, and laid,
And in the cavern'd cells with malice fraught,
Base cruelty and superstition wrought.

Mistaken zeal the pondrous arches rear'd,
Paus'd o'er her work, and as she saw it fear'd,
And close-veil'd mystery, with finger slow,
Plac'd on the massy gates, the seal of woe.
High on the dome, her audit terror kept,
And in the cavern'd cells pale misery wept,
And prison'd virtue toil'd with ceaseless care,

To feed the wasting lamp of dim despair,
And helpless innocence, with fainting breath,
Fell weak and tortur'd in the arms of death.

Long, his dire arm the humbled nations sway'd,
And sceptred kings a fearful homage paid;
Harsh on the neck, the yoke of bondage prest,
The belt of iron bound the throbbing breast,
The smitten spirit sunk to rise no more,
And nature trembled at the load she bore.

But while the monster, with infernal sport,
Held the dark revels of his blood-stain'd court,
A heavenly ray with quick effulgence stream'd
Through those drear cells where light had never
beam'd;

He heard the bursting bars, the captives free,
The breaking chain, the shout of liberty,

Saw thro' his grate a form of heavenly birth,
Light with soft step upon the grateful earth;
In frantic rage his blood-shot eyes he roll'd,
His inward pangs his changing features told;
His champions fled, his guards forsook their
place,

His mighty temple trembled to its base,

Its cleaving arch receiv'd the sweeping blast,
Its mouldering columns fell in ruin vast,
Loud yell'd the fiend, with hopeless fury fir'd,
And as his fabric sunk, his pow'r expir'd.

Hoarse moving thunders roar'd a mighty knell,
The glad earth shouted as the prison fell,
The pow'rs infernal shriek'd in hollow moan,
And their grim monarch trembled on his throne.

A FAREWELL TO THE MONTH.

FAREWELL! Farewell! no rolling sun
To me shall e'er thy light restore,
And cheerfully thou go'st to seek
Thy many sisters gone before.

I would, that all unstain'd and fair,
The register that thou dost bear
Of me-might be; but yet adieu,
And if I sigh, still be thou true.
For thou to Heaven's assembled host,
Must utter what of me thou know'st.

Nay-cast not back that look of pain,
And echo not my sighs again!

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