Part II

Full of ecstatic wonder at the sight,I view'd Bellona's minions, famed in fight;A brotherhood, to whom the circling sunNo rivals yet beheld, since time begun.--But ah! the Muse despairs to mount their fameAbove the plaudits of historic Fame.But now a foreign band the strain recalls--Stern Hannibal, that shook the Roman walls;Achilles, famed in Homer's lasting lay,The Trojan pair that kept their foes at bay;Susa's proud rulers, a distinguish'd pair,And he that pour'd the living storm of warOn the fallen thrones of Asia, till the main,With awful voice, repell'd the conquering train.Another chief appear'd, alike in name,But short was his career of martial fame;For generous valour oft to fortune yields,Too oft the arbitress of fighting fields.The three illustrious Thebans join'd the train,Whose noble names adorn a former strain;Great Ajax with Tydides next appear'd,And he that o'er the sea's broad bosom steer'dIn search of shores unknown with daring prow,And ancient Nestor, with his looks of snow,Who thrice beheld the race of man decline,And hail'd as oft a new heroic line:Then Agamemnon, with the Spartan's shade,One by his spouse forsaken, one betray'd:And now another Spartan met my view,Who, cheerly, call'd his self-devoted crewTo banquet with the ghostly train below,And with unfading laurels deck'd the brow;Though from a bounded stage a softer strainWas his, who next appear'd to cross the plain:Famed Alcibiades, whose siren spellCould raise the tide of passion, or repelWith more than magic sounds, when Athens stoodBy his superior eloquence subdued.The Marathonian chief, with conquest crown'd,With Cimon came, for filial love renown'd;Who chose the dungeon's gloom and galling chainHis captive father's liberty to gain;Themistocles and Theseus met my eye;And he that with the first of Rome could vieIn self-denial; yet their native soil,Insensate to their long illustrious toil,To each denied the honours of a tomb,But deathless fame reversed the rigid doom,And show'd their worth in more conspicuous lightThrough the surrounding shades of envious night.Great Phocion next, who mourn'd an equal fate,Expell'd and exiled from his parent state;A foul reward! by party rage decreed,For acts that well might claim a nobler meed:There Pyrrhus, with Numidia's king behind,Ever in faithful league with Rome combined,The bulwark of his state. Another nigh,Of Syracuse, I saw, a firm allyTo Italy, like him. But deadly hate,Repulsive frowns, and love of stern debate,Hamilcar mark'd, who at a distance stood,And eyed the friendly pair in hostile mood.The royal Lydian, with distracted mien,Just as he 'scaped the vengeful flame, was seenAnd Syphax, who deplored an equal doom,Who paid with life his enmity of Rome;And Brennus, famed for sacrilegious spoil,That, overwhelm'd beneath the rocky pile,Atoned the carnage of his cruel hand,Join'd the long pageant of the martial band;Who march'd in foreign or barbarian guiseFrom every realm and clime beneath the skiesBut different far in habit from the rest,One tribe with reverent awe my heart impress'd:There he that entertain'd the grand designTo build a temple to the Power Divine;With him, to whom the oracles of HeavenThe task to raise the sacred pile had given:The task he soon fulfill'd by Heaven assign'd,--But let the nobler temple of the mindTo ruin fall, by Love's alluring swaySeduced from duty's hallow'd path astray;Then he that on the flaming hill survivedThat sight no mortal else beheld, and lived--The Eternal One, and heard, with awe profound,That awful voice that shakes the globe around;With him who check'd the sun in mid career,And stopp'd the burning wheels that mark the sphere,(As a well-managed steed his lord obeys,And at the straiten'd rein his course delays,)And still the flying war the tide of dayPursued, and show'd their bands in wild dismay.--Victorious faith! to thee belongs the prize;In earth thy power is felt, and in the circling skies.--The father next, who erst by Heaven's commandForsook his home, and sought the promised land;The hallow'd scene of wide-redeeming grace:And to the care of Heaven consign'd his race.Then Jacob, cheated in his amorous vows,Who led in either hand a Syrian spouse;And youthful Joseph, famed for self-command,Was seen, conspicuous midst his kindred band.Then stretching far my sight amid the trainThat hid, in countless crowds, the shaded plain,Good Hezekiah met my raptured sight,And Manoah's son, a prey to female sleight;And he, whose eye foresaw the coming flood,With mighty Nimrod nigh, a man of blood;Whose pride the heaven-defying tower design'd,But sin the rising fabric undermined.Great Maccabeus next my notice claim'd,By Love to Zion's broken laws inflamed;Who rush'd to arms to save a sinking state,Scorning the menace of impending FateNow satiate with the view, my languid sightHad fail'd, but soon perceived with new delightA train, like Heaven's descending powers, appear,Whose radiance seem'd my cherish'd sight to clearThere march'd in rank the dames of ancient days,Antiope, renown'd for martial praise;Orithya near, in glittering armour shone,And fair Hippolyta that wept her son;The sisters whom Alcides met of yoreIn arms on Thermodon's distinguish'd shore;When he and Theseus foil'd the warlike pair,By force compell'd the nuptial rite to share.The widow'd queen, who seem'd with tranquil smileTo view her son upon the funeral pile;But brooding vengeance rankled deep within,So Cyrus fell within the fatal gin:Misconduct, which from age to age convey'd,O'er her long glories cast a funeral shade.I saw the Amazon whom Ilion mourn'd,And her for whom the flames of discord burn'd,Betwixt the Trojan and Rutulian trainWhen her affianced lover press'd the plain;And her, that with dishevell'd tresses flew,Half-arm'd, half-clad, her rebels to subdue.Her partner too in lawless love I spied,A Roman harlot, an incestuous bride.But Tadmor's queen, with nobler fires inflamed,The pristine glory of the sex reclaim'd,Who in the spring of life, in beauty's bloom,Her heart devoted to her husband's tomb;True to his dust, aspiring to the crownOf virtue, in such years but seldom known:With temper'd mail she hid her snowy breast,And with Bellona's helm and nodding crestDespising Cupid's lore, her charms conceal'd,And led the foes of Latium to the field.The shock at ancient Rome was felt afar,And Tyber trembled at the distant warOf foes she held in scorn: but soon she foundThat Mars his native tribes with conquest crown'dAnd by her haughty foes in triumph led,The last warm tears of indignation shed.O fair Bethulian! can my vagrant songO'erpass thy virtues in the nameless throng,When he that sought to lure thee to thy shamePaid with his sever'd head his frantic flame?Can Ninus be forgot, whose ancient nameBegins the long roll of imperial fame?And he whose pride, by Heaven's imperial doom,Reduced among the grazing herd to roam?Belus, who first beheld the nations swayTo idols, from the Heaven-directed way,Though he was blameless? Where does he resideWho first the dangerous art of magic tried?O Crassus! much I mourn the baleful starThat o'er Euphrates led the storm of war.Thy troops, by Parthian snares encircled round,Mark'd with Hesperia's shame the bloody ground;And Mithridates, Rome's incessant foe,Who fled through burning plains and tracts of snowTheir fell pursuit. But now, the parting strainMust pass, with slight survey, the coming train:There British Arthur seeks his share of fame,And three Caesarian victors join their claim;One from the race of Libya, one from Spain,And last, not least, the pride of fair Lorraine,With his twelve noble peers. Goffredo's powersDirect their march to Salem's sacred towers;And plant his throne beneath the Asian skies,A sacred seat that now neglected lies.Ye lords of Christendom! eternal shameFor ever will pursue each royal name,And tell your wolfish rage for kindred blood,While Paynim hounds profane the seat of God!With him the Christian glory seem'd to fall,The rest was hid behind oblivion's pall;Save a few honour'd names, inferior farIn peace to guide, or point the storm of war.Yet e'en among the stranger tribes were foundA few selected names, in song renown'd.First, mighty Saladin, his country's boast,The scourge and terror of the baptized host.Noradin, and Lancaster fierce in arms,Who vex'd the Gallic coast with long alarms.I look'd around with painful search to spyIf any martial form should meet my eyeFamiliar to my sight in worlds above,The willing objects of respect or love;And soon a well-known face my notice drew,Sicilia's king, to whose sagacious viewThe scenes of deep futurity display'dTheir birth, through coming Time's disclosing shade.There my Colonna, too, with glad surprise,'Mid the pale group, assail'd my startled eyes.His noble soul was all alive to fame,Yet holy friendship mix'd her softer claim,Which in his bosom fix'd her lasting throne,With Charity, that makes the wants of all her own.