CANTO IV. SOLOMON. FINISHED was his successor's, too: behold, In all the pomp of blazing gems and gold, Stupendous scene! None such e'er witnessed earth Since, without earthly fanes, she took her birth; Nor shall again, till earthly fanes be gone, And Heaven's great Lord earth's temple be alone; Be it, unblamed, our aim, though dim and faint The hues, the wondrous spectacle to paint, With pencil by eternal truth supplied, And taking reverend Faith for our unerring guide. Amidst the finished labours of his hands, The youthful King in manly beauty stands: Solemn his garb, as sacred rites beseemed, Yet Royalty through air and aspect beamed; While large and thronging thoughts seemed o'er his face And mien to throw a more than mortal grace. A great and happy people gird him; there The heads and fathers of the tribes repair; Princes and judges, statesmen, captains, old And young, there gather countless, to behold Achieved the pride and glory of each heart, In whose achievement each had borne his part; Where all in loftier form would worship pay; Which reflex honour would to all convey. In goodly companies, in ordered place, In fair and comely garb arrayed, the Race To holy rites devoted, thick around 1 Clustered, and graced the consecrated ground. Then, with high pomp, and stately bands before, With reverend step and gladsome heart, they bore (Pledge of Heaven's favour to his chosen race) By the deep counsels of the Eternal mind; grace And now fresh signals of Jehovah's While, sent from inmost Heaven, ethereal fires pyres. Then reigned deep silence; all upstood, all turned To their great Leader; every spirit burned With mingled flames of gratitude and love,— Chief to the mighty Source of Good, above, Author, inspirer; who from Heaven bent down, The fair emprise to consecrate and crown; And, with subordinate, yet fervid glow, To the vicegerent of His rule below, Whose youthful zeal the sacred work achieved, Which his great sire's impassioned soul conceived. And now, with upraised look, and outspread hands, And swelling breast, and beaming eye, he stands; Till the deep heavings of his full-fraught soul Thus, in a solemn invocation, roll: “The Lord hath said, in the thick darkness He, "And clouds, His dwelling hath; yet hath He deigned "That I this house should, for His sacred presence, "And everlasting habitation, build.” Then, next, the regal diadem he laid Upsent, the tumult of his labouring thought, "Lord God of Israel! None is there in heaven "Or earth like Thee, who dost Thy covenant keep, "And mercy ever show, to those who walk "With perfect heart before Thee! Who hast kept "Thy sacred promise with my father, as |