II. UPON THE SIGHT OF A BEAUTIFUL PICTURE. PRAISED be the Art whose subtle power could stay Yon Cloud, and fix it in that glorious shape; Nor those bright sunbeams to forsake the day; Which stopped that Band of Travellers on their way Ere they were lost within the shady wood; And shewed the Bark upon the glassy flood For ever anchored in her sheltering Bay. Soul-soothing Art! which Morning, Noon-tide, Even Do serve with all their changeful pageantry! Thou, with ambition modest yet sublime, Here, for the sight of mortal man, hast given The appropriate calm of blest eternity. III. THE fairest, brightest hues of ether fade; He who stood visible to Mirzah's eye, Lo, in the vale the mists of evening spread! Nor the green Islands, nor the shining Seas; Yet sacred is to me this Mountain's head, From which I have been lifted on the breeze Of harmony, above all earthly care. VOL. II. See the vision of Mirzah in the Spectator. M IV. "WEAK is the will of Man, his judgment blind; "Remembrance persecutes, and Hope betrays; Heavy is woe; and joy, for human-kind, "A mournful thing,-so transient is the blaze!" 'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine Flower V. HAIL Twilight,-sovereign of one peaceful hour! But studious only to remove from sight On the bare rock, or through a leafy bower At thy meek bidding, shadowy Power, brought forth h;- M 2 VI. THE Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said, She cast away, and shewed her fulgent head Meanwhile that Veil, removed or thrown aside, |