Human transgression owes, were surer paid To nerve with will twofold, a great resolve, Then would the Just, ere biding time they search, Then searching through the maze of Universe, Earth's distant orb they find; there little trace Of Eden; save as guardians nearer set Upon the airy fringe of the great globe, Two cherubs in the Eve and Morn appear. "Tween these the earth revolves, her nights and days, That lume the solemn chancel. In like mood, In size, her disk, a satellite might seem, E'en the chaste moon of the great continent She follow'd from the deep; and shines to view, A beauty austere; a stern recluse or sphere Where gods might dwell, to which, the world's approach A land of verdurous life, where all the blooms Her fairy world began, with vivid scenes * The Moon. Vindictive to unfavour'd eyes, that dare With looks profane; if by the sportive brook, Fresh pluck'd and fragrant for their fairy Queen. Before his car, the kingdom of his eye Salutes the hills in friendship, and beneath, Glosses the cheek of lake and river fam'd, Dispels the mist, and gives the flowers to smile; Earth's purest offspring, whose pale innocence The twinkle of his beam first taught to blush. But when from ocean's brow he scans the shore, In meditation of his length of days, At Eire's feet he lingers, to recall With hope the happy memories of her reign: How oft in years he hail'd the Holy Isle, To spread her glory's fame, and hither light The nations, for their lore. How hard to think, Such loveliness should ever bosom grief! Life's font so bless'd beget a world of tears! The Rock of Arranmore. SCENE 1. The forthcoming victory at the Yellow Ford, being conditionally assumed as foregone, its first sequence, after a second victory on Seaghais' Hills, presented to the celestial courts, is the judgment of heaven upon the Gael, in the overthrow at Cremna, for the crimes of the Tribemonster. Eire with her bleeding breast, fallen into a deadly swoon, unseen and unheard of, seems lost forever. Arising after forty-eight years, she wanders to the Isle of Arranmore, where she revives Banba, whom she finds expiring in the agony of grief. Banba recounts to her the afflictions of her people since her defeat at Cremna. Eire, abandoned to the tale of horror, cries aloud to all the nations. Cromwell's descent on Banba. Her despondency. The ancient oracles are dumb. Eire sends her forth to consult the Christian shrines. Saint George, before the heavenly Powers, reflects upon the scene. At Eire's wounds, now spirits that once had hearts, And in their courts on high, their judgment blend 13 |