1759 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Rev. John Ogilvie

William Woty, "To Mr. Ogilvie, on reading his sublime Poem, called The Day of Judgment" Universal Chronicle 2 (24 March 1759) 89-90.



From heav'nly mansions, where divinely bright,
The solar Fountain pours a flood of light,
Descends the sacred Muse; once more she deigns
Awhile to treat on Earth's unhallow'd plains,
In awful blaze her ample Vestments shine;
She moves the most majestic of the Nine.
To thee she comes, great Bard, to thee alone,
And wafts thee up to Inspiration's throne.
Tranc'd with the glories of the blest abode,
Here dost thou learn to manifest thy God.
To paint the terrors of that future day,
When from existence Time shall die away,
When the loud Trump, prophetic of their doom,
Shall rouze the sleeping Tenants of the Tomb.
When long-lost Atoms once again shall meet,
And form the human System more compleat.
When Vice shall start, appall'd with guilty fears,
Her lips all pale, her face bedew'd with tears.
Whilst Virtue triumphs at her second birth,
Dress'd in that meekness, which she wore on earth.
Fain would I catch from thee one mental beam,
Fain try to float on thy poetic stream.
In vain — for Nature has the boon deny'd,
Enough for me to stand upon its side,
And listen to the Musick of thy tide.
Whilst you the Scripture's holy truths rehearse
What splendid diction animates thy Verse!
In dazzling Pomp the Deity appears,
Who sees thy Poem, but his thunder hears?
Description here her images displays,
And warms the Soul with un-remitting rays.
O man! a moment from the world recede,
Here fix your eyes, and tremble as you read.
If yet thy Cheek with Folly's blush can glow,
Read on — and thou shalt soar by Virtue buoy'd,
And ev'ry sinful thought shall vanish into void.
Oh! for some portion of a Muse, like thine,
That I with honour might inscribe thy name,
On the broad monument of moral fame.
Presumptuous thought! thine own exalted lays
Can best record thee, best transmit thy praise.
J. COPYWELL,
Lincoln's-Inn.