Isis: An elegy. Written in the year 1748, by Mr. Mason.

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ISIS.

FAR from her hallow'd grot, where mildly bright

The pointed crystals shot their trembling light,

From dripping moss where sparkling dew-drops fell,

Where coral glow'd, where twin'd the wreathed shell,

Pale Isis lay; a willow's lowly shade

Spread it's thin foliage o'er the pensive maid;

Clos'd was her eye, and from her heaving breast

In careless folds loose flow'd her zoneless vest;

While down her neck her vagrant tresses flow

In all the awful negligence of woe;

Her urn sustain'd her arm, that sculptur'd vase

Where Vulcan's art had lavish'd all it's grace;

Here, full with life was heav'n-taught Science seen,

Known by the laurel wreath and musing mein:

There cloud-crown'd Fame, here Peace sedate and bland,

Swell'd the loud trump, and wav'd the olive wand;

While solemn domes, arch'd shades, and vista's green

At well-mark'd distance close the sacred scene.

On this the Goddess cast an anxious look,

Then dropt a tender tear, and thus she spoke:

Yes, I cou'd once with pleas'd attention trace

The mimic charms of this prophetic vase;

Then lift my head, and with enraptur'd eyes

View on yon plain the real glories rise.

Yes, Isis! oft hast thou rejoic'd to lead

Thy liquid treasures o'er yon fav'rite mead,

Oft hast thou stopt thy pearly car to gaze,

While ev'ry Science nurs'd it's growing bays;

While ev'ry Youth with fame's strong impulse fir'd,

Prest to the goal, and at the goal untir'd,

Snatch'd each celestial wreath to bind his brow

The Muses, Graces, Virtues cou'd bestow.

E'en now fond Fancy leads th'ideal train,

And ranks her troops on Mem'ry's ample plain;

See! the firm leaders of my patriot line,

See! SIDNEY, RALEIGH, HAMDEN, SOMERS shine.

See HOUGH superior to a tyrant's doom

Smile at the menace of the slave of Rome.

Each soul whom truth cou'd fire, or virtue move,

Each breast strong panting with it's country's love,

All that to Albion gave the heart or head,

That wisely councell'd, or that bravely bled,

All, all appear; on me they grateful smile,

The well-earn'd prize of every virtuous toil

To me with filial reverence they bring,

And hang fresh trophies o'er my honour'd spring.

Ah! I remember well yon beachen spray,

There ADDISON first tun'd his polish'd lay;

'Twas there great Cato's form first met his eye,

In all the pomp of free-born majesty.

"My Son, he cry'd, observe this mein with awe,

"In solemn lines the strong resemblance draw;

"The piercing notes shall strike each British ear,

"Each British eye shall drop the patriot tear;

"And rous'd to glory by the nervous strain,

"Each Youth shall spurn at slav'ry's abject reign,

"Shall guard with Cato's zeal Britannia's laws,

"And speak, and act, and bleed, in freedom's cause."

The Hero spoke, the Bard assenting bow'd,

The lay to liberty and Cato flow'd;

While Echo, as she rov'd the vale along,

Join'd the strong cadence of his Roman song.

But ah! how Stillness slept upon the ground,

How mute Attention check'd each rising sound;

Scarce stole a breeze to wave the leafy spray,

Scarce trill'd sweet Philomel her softest lay,

When LOCKE walk'd musing forth; e'en now I view

Majestic Wisdom thron'd upon his brow,

View Candour smile upon his modest cheek,

And from his eye all Judgment's radiance break.

'Twas here the sage his manly zeal exprest,

Here stript vain Falshood of her gaudy vest;

Here Truth's collected beams first fill'd his mind,

E'er long to burst in blessings on mankind;

E'er long to show to reason's purged eye,

That "NATURE'S FIRST BEST GIFT WAS LIBERTY."

Proud of this wond'rous son, sublime I stood,

(While louder surges swell'd my rapid flood)

Then vain as Niobe, exulting cry'd,

Ilissus! roll thy fam'd Athenian tide;

Tho' Plato's steps oft mark'd thy neighb'ring glade,

Tho' fair Lycaeum lent it's awful shade,

Tho' ev'ry Academic green imprest

It's image full on thy reflecting breast,

Yet my pure stream shall boast as proud a name,

And Britain's Isis flow with Attic fame.

Alas! how chang'd! where now that Attic boast?

See! Gothic Licence rage o'er all my coast.

See! Hydra Faction spread it's impious reign,

Poison each breast, and madden ev'ry brain.

Hence frontless crouds that not content to fright

The blushing Cynthia from her throne of night,

Blast the fair face of day; and madly bold,

To Freedom's foes infernal orgies hold;

To Freedom's foes, ah! see the goblet crown'd,

Hear plausive shouts to Freedom's foes resound;

The horrid notes my refluent waters daunt,

The Echoes groan, the Dryads quit their haunt;

Learning that once to all diffus'd her beam,

Now sheds by stealth a partial private gleam,

In some lone cloister's melancholy shade

Where a firm few support her sickly head;

Despis'd, insulted by the barb'rous train,

Who scour like Thracia's moon-struck rout the plain,

Sworn foes like them to all the Muse approves,

All Phoebus favours, or Minerva loves.

Are these the sons my fost'ring breast must rear?

Grac'd with my name, and nurtur'd by my care,

Must these go forth from my maternal hand

To deal their insults thro' a peaceful land,

And boast while Freedom bleeds, and Virtue groans,

That "Isis taught Rebellion to her Sons?"

Forbid it heav'n! and let my rising waves

Indignant swell, and whelm the recreant slaves,

In England's cause their patriot floods employ,

As Xanthus delug'd in the cause of Troy.

Is this deny'd? then point some secret way

Where far far hence these guiltless streams may stray,

Some unknown channel lend where nature spreads

Inglorious vales and unfrequented meads,

There where a Hind scarce tunes his rustic strain,

Where scarce a Pilgrim treads the pathless plain

Content I'll flow; forget that e'er my tide

Saw yon majestie structures crown its side;

Forget that e'er my wrapt attention hung

Or on the Sage's or the Poet's tongue,

Calm and resign'd my humbler lot embrace,

And pleas'd prefer oblivion to disgrace.

FINIS.

ISIS. AN ELEGY.

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ISIS. AN ELEGY.

Written in the Year 1748, By Mr. MASON.

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LONDON: Printed for R. DODSLEY at Tully's Head in Pall-Mall, and Sold by M. COOPER in Pater-noster Row.

MDCCXLIX.

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Isis: An elegy. Written in the year 1748, by Mr. Mason.

Mason, William, 1725-1797.

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— Isis: An elegy. Written in the year 1748, by Mr. Mason., Mason, William, 1725-1797.. 16p. ; 4⁰. London :: printed for R. Dodsley, and sold by M. Cooper,. 1749.. [With a half-title.] [Reproduction of original from the British Library.] [Foxon, M123] [English Short Title Catalog, ESTCT37422.] [Electronic data. Farmington Hills, Mich. : Thomson Gale, 2003. Page image (PNG). Digitized image of the microfilm version produced in Woodbridge, CT by Research Publications, 1982-2002 (later known as Primary Source Microfilm, an imprint of the Gale Group).]

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