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Show 6 GU S TAVU S VASA, Yet bold of Spirit, and robuft of Limb, H e throws Inclemency afide, nor feels The Lot of human Frailty. ' And. What horrors hang around ! the ravage Rayi Ne'er hold their Den but where fome glimrn'riDT Rav M a y bring the Chear of M o r n - W h a t then ii he His Dwelling marks a Secret in his Soul, And whifpen fomewbat more than M a n about bin Arn. Draw but the Veil of his apparent Wretched nefs, And you mall find, his Form is but affumed T o hoard fome wond'rous Treafure, lodg'd withio And. Let him bear up to what thy Praifes fpea him, And I will win him fpite of his Referve, Bind him with facred Friendfhip to m y Soul, And make him half myfelf. Arn. 'Tis nobly promis'd ? ,..•*> For Worth is rare, and wants a Friend in Sweden*, And yet I tell thee, in her Age of Heroes, When nurs'd by Freedom, all her Sons grew greil And ev'ry Peafant was a Prince in Virtue * I greatly err, or this abandoned Stranger H a d ftepp'd the firft for Fame- rho' now \ fecks . T o veil his N a m e , and cloud his Shine of Virtue* j For there is Danger in them. And. True, Arnoldus, ,, r\ . Were there a Prince throughout the fcepter d wpw W h o fearch'd out Merit for its due Preferment, With half that Care ©ur Tyrant fceks it out For Ruin j happy, happy were that State, Beyond the golden Eable of thofe pure Andearlieft Ages- Wherefore this, good Hf ven ? js it of Fate, that who afTuraes a Crown Throws off Humanity ? Arn. So Chriftiern holds. , ' a H e claims our Country by 3 L ^ t of Conquelt, , f ^ Deliverer of his Country. 7 Or turn upon our Hunters, And. Now, Guftavus! *,„,*,* Thou Prop and Glory of inglorious Sweden, Where art thou mightieft M a n ? Were he DOT here! . I'll tell thee, m y Arnoldus, I beheld him, - , Then when he firft drew Sword, fcrene and areaa As the brow'd Evening 'ere the Thunder breaK; For foon he made it toilfom to our Eyes T o mark-his Speed, and trace the Paths of Conqceft; In vAin we follow'd, where he fwept the Field ; Twas Death alone could wait upon Guftavus. Arn. H e was indeed whate'er our Wifh could form him. And. Anay'd and beauteous in the Blood of Danes, Th' Invaden of his Country, thrice he ehaced This Chriftiern, this fell Conq'rer, this Ufurper, With Rout and foul Diftonour at his Heels, T o plunge his Head in Denmark. Arn. Nor ever had the Tyrant known Return, T o tread our Nicks, and blend us with the Duft ^ Had he notdar'd to break thro' ev'ry L aw That fan&ifles the Nations, feiz'd our Hero The Pledge of fpecious Treaty, tore him from rjf, And led him chain'd to Denmark. And. Then we fell. If ftill he lives, w e yet may learn to rife, Hut never can I dare to reft a Hope On any Arm but his. A4 Am, |