THE MUSE.

OBLIVION.

lBy s. ONsBURN.
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saw monarch great in name, Of high renown and matchless fame, Deck'd with his royal robes and crown I saw Oblipion strike him down. I saw conqueror in his car, Loaded with trophies gain'd afar- I saw O6iioion aurl his dart, And pierce the hero to the heart. saw stately column rise, Adorn'd with sculptur'd victories l saw Obhuion make thrust, And To! it crumbled into the dust. I saw man in modest dress, Assist the poor and fatherless-- saw ObEusoa's mighty arm In vain attempt to do him harm' When this saw, musing said, i" Obliuion, now thy power is dead, A yirtuous man may thee defy- His deeds are registered on high.

 