An allegorical ode in a peculiar ten-line stanza (aabccdedeB) bearing the hallmarks of a grammar-school composition exercise. No longer obscure, the odes of William Collins in the 1790s were frequent objects of imitation by the original Della Cruscans and their many imitators, among the Peter Lionel Courtier.
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Curs'd Superstition! hence, away!
Nor hope to veil meridian day;
Thy desolating schemes of blood are known;
Thy pincers red with human gore
Shall mock keen Misery no more!
No longer will deluded men
Thy foaming cup of Error drink,
For Reason's rays have pierc'd thy den;
Truth hurls thee on destruction's brink,
And Liberty shall pull thy time-shook empire down.
What glorious form attracts my sight!
Bursting the clouds of Reason's night,
While sick'ning Error sinks beneath the earth?
Weak Ignorance, with slavish eyes,
Amid the bright effulgence dies;
She looks of an immortal line,
Begirt with sacred majesty:
Strike the first string — 'tis Truth Divine!
The shades before her presence flee,
Her suff'ring sons revive, and nature hails her birth.
With her sweet Liberty appears,
To wipe stern Slavery's scalding tears,
And the bright reign of happiness restore:
Peace bids the raging furies calm,
Industry rears her fertile palm,
Great Commerce spreads the swelling sail,
Propitious winds accordant blow;
Bright Plenty smiles in ev'ry vale,
The Fruits in rich abundance grow,
Wafting their grateful gifts to Earth's remotest shore.
But see that fiend! — whose eye-balls glare
With dark distress and gnawing care!
Eager to blast the buds of joy — advance:
'Tis quick-consuming Anarchy,
From whose destructive nostrils fly
Etnas of unrelenting fire!
Lean Discontent with deathlike arm,
Nerv'd by Revenge and hell-born ire,
Bound in Despair's tempestuous charm;
He stalks in midnight storms, wielding the murd'rous lance!
Monster of misery unknown!
Justice shall raze thy bleeding throne,
And milder Reason bid thy horrors cease;
Mankind, convicted by her ray,
Will prosper 'neath her gentle sway
Thus shall thy great supporter — War,
To dark oblivion's shores be hurl'd;
Nor Murder, thron'd in Vict'ry's car,
Ride o'er the ruins of a world!
But universal man enjoy a lasting peace.
Philosophy, upheld by Truth,
Will stimulate the rising youth
Justly to estimate fair Freedom's cause;
With arduous unremitting zeal,
Ever to watch the gen'ral weal:
Self-int'rest then shall ne'er debase
The nobler talents of the mind;
But Friendship, wide as boundless space,
Flow thro' the souls of human kind,
Distribute equal rights, and equitable laws.