Bursting the mountains of the moon, or given

Forth from the world of waves, above th' expanse of

heaven:

But if important aught the power reveal'd

Touching the dream, with care he still conceal'd:

For lofty hopes his ardent mind possess,

Those hopes maternal caution might repress.
Now silent night the weary world renews

With balmy sleep, and soft descending dews.
Deep slumbers rested on the monarch's bed,
Again the vision came, and thus it said,

'Servant of heav'n! thou hast my words believ'd:

Faith which relies on heav'n is ne'er deceiv'd.

'Go to thy father's chamber, search around,

'There shall a treasure nobler far be found

'Than all the wealth which proud Golconda yields,

Bengala, or Serendib's spicy fields.'

He springs from sleep: his eyes are bright with

fire:

He seeks the lofty chamber of his sire;

And ev'ry part explores with patient pain:

His hope is frustrate still, his search is vain.

At length a pannel open'd, and disclos'd

A casket, where a golden key repos'd.
He seiz'd the glitt'ring gift, and soon appears,
Mysterious object of his hopes and fears,

A secret door. The golden key apply'd,

The door on sounding hinge flies open wide.

A glory than the sun's meridian light

More clear, now bursts upon his wond'ring sight.

In order'd piles are golden Ingots seen,

And heaps of sparkling jewels shine between.

He stands within a temple, and a shrine

Blazes in front, of workmanship divine,
Which holds a pedestal of purest gold,
Enrich'd with gems, and dazzling to behold.
On either side two other shrines appear'd:
In each, on golden pedestal uprear'd,

An image, whose majestic form display'd
Dignity more than human. Holy dread,
And expectation all his soul pervade.

One glorious shape upon whose front appear a

Deliberate counsel, and resolve severe,

Extends a balance with unshaken hand:

Two satellites attend at her command;

One darkly frowning, one with cheerful brows,
That bears the sword, and this the palm bestows.
The next in robes of splendid white was drest;
The sun of truth glow'd radiant on her breast;
With eyes still fix'd on heav'n, she seem'd to raise

The grateful voice of worship and of praise.
The third, in heav'nly panoply array'd,

Advanc'd a mighty spear. Her crested head
From high insufferable glory shed.

Her proud foot treads on danger and on pain;
Fortune and change oppose her march in vain.
The fourth angelic form more mildly shone;

An azure robe was o'er her shoulders thrown :

a The four Statues are Justice, Religion, Fortitude, and Prudence.

Calm and compos'd though thoughtful was her mien ;

A golden measure in one hand was seen,

And golden curb: a mirror in her right
She bore, reflecting rays of purest light.
Delighted while he gaz'd, a solemn sound
Of heavenly harmonies is breath'd around;
And odours balmy as the fragrant gale

Which spirits blest in paradise inhale,

Greet his enraptur'd sense.

Before his eyes

A form,b in mist involv'd, appears to rise.
Gradual the fleecy vapour melts away;

The limbs, the face, successive meet the day.
Amazement seiz'd the prince: the purple flood

In ev'ry torpid vein suspended stood.

It was his father. In his hand he bore

The sceptre, and the royal robe he wore.

b I have here deviated a little from my original, for the sake of what appeared to me a more interesting and poetical machinery than an inscription on satin.

Such as in life appear'd Bassora's lord,

When nations prostrate at his throne ador'd:

But larger, and of loftier port he seem'd,
And from his eyes divine effulgence beam'd.
Over his kneeling son his hands he spread,

And pleas'd inclin'd his venerable head.

Oh son,' the spectre said, in life most dear,

And, ev'n beyond the grave, my fondest care!

< The hour by prophets long foretold is come,

< Pregnant with fate's irrevocable doom:

Hence, from the realms of empyrean day,

I come to prompt, and to direct thy way. 'Behold the talismans, whose force divine < The wav'ring course of fortune can confine, 'And fix the firm foundations of thy throne,

By war or faction ne'er to be o'erthrown.

By patient toil and peril these I gain'd;

A richer prize must be by thee obtain'd.

< Fix the fifth Statue on its golden base,

< And be more blest than all of human race.