展开的书卷，圣徒和天使的金灿灿的宝座，有罪的灵魂的巨大命运，悲伤的黑暗王国，以及下面世界的所有恐怖，我冒昧地歌唱。剩下的需要我最后的，也是最崇高的努力。让缪斯女神影响天空，或永远躺在不光彩的阴影里。她点燃了，她在靠近球门的地方点燃了;她骑上去，她登上了繁星点点的极点;当她追求她的飞行时，世界变得越来越小，太阳在她远处的视线中变得昏暗。天，打开了它所有神圣的荣华，用奔涌的火焰淹没了她!胜利的钟声响起了!大天使们大声呼喊!大自然的回声把声音拉长了! Ten thousand trumpets now at once advance; Now deepest silence lulls the vast expanse; So deep the silence, and so strong the blast, As Nature died when she had groan'd her last. Nor man nor angel moves: the Judge on high Looks round, and with His glory fills the sky: Then on the fatal book His hand He lays, Which high to view supporting seraphs raise; In solemn form the rituals are prepared, The seal is broken, and a groan is heard. And thou, my soul, (O fall to sudden prayer, And let the thought sink deep!) shalt thou be there? See on the left, (for by the great command The throng divided falls on either hand,) How weak, how pale, how haggard, how obscene! What more than death in every face and mien! With what distress, and glarings of affright, They shock the heart, and turn away the sight! In gloomy orbs their trembling eye-balls roll, And tell the horrid secrets of the soul. Each gesture mourns, each look is black with care, And every groan is loaden with despair. Reader, if guilty, spare the Muse, and find A truer image pictured in thy mind. Shouldst thou behold thy brother, father, wife, And all the soft companions of thy life, Whose blended interests levell'd at one aim, Whose mix'd desires sent up one common flame, Divided far; thy wretched self alone Cast on the left, of all whom thou hast known; How would it wound! What millions wouldst thou give For one more trial, one day more to live! Flung back in time an hour, a moment's space, To grasp with eagerness the means of grace; Contend for mercy with a pious rage, And in that moment to redeem an age! Drive back the tide, suspend a storm in air, Arrest the sun; but still of this despair. Mark, on the right, how amiable a grace! Their Maker's image fresh in every face! What purple bloom my ravish'd soul admires, And their eyes sparkling with immortal fires! Triumphant beauty! charms that rise above This world, and in bless'd angels kindle love! To the great Judge with holy pride they turn, And dare behold the' Almighty's anger burn; Its flash sustain, against its terror rise, And on the dread tribunal fix their eyes. Are these the forms that moulder'd in the dust? O the transcendent glory of the just! Yet still some thin remains of fear and doubt The' infected brightness of their joy pollute. Thus the chaste bridegroom, when the priest draws nigh, Beholds his blessing with a trembling eye, Feels doubtful passions throb in every vein, And in his cheeks are mingled joy and pain, Lest still some intervening chance should rise, Leap forth at once, and snatch the golden prize; Inflame his woe by bringing it so late, And stab him in the crisis of his fate. Since Adam's family, from first to last, Now into one distinct survey is cast; Look round, vain-glorious Muse, and you whoe'er Devote yourselves to Fame, and think her fair; Look round, and seek the lights of human race, Whose shining acts Time's brightest annals grace; Who founded sects; crowns conquer'd, or resign'd; Gave names to nations, or famed empires join'd; Who raised the vale, and laid the mountain low, And taught obedient rivers where to flow; Who with vast fleets, as with a mighty chain, Could bind the madness of the roaring main: All lost! all undistinguish'd! nowhere found! How will this truth in Bourbon's palace sound? That hour, on which the' Almighty King on high From all eternity has fix'd His eye, Whether His right hand favour'd, or annoy'd, Continued, alter'd, threaten'd, or destroy'd; Southern or eastern sceptre downward hurl'd, Gave north or west dominion o'er the world; The point of time, for which the world was built, For which the blood of God Himself was spilt, That dreadful moment is arrived. Aloft, the seats of bliss their pomp display, Brighter than brightness this distinguish'd day; Less glorious, when of old the' eternal Son From realms of night return'd with trophies won; Through heaven's high gates when He triumphant rode, And shouting angels hail'