As the chas'd hart, amid the desert waste, 1690 Pants for the living stream; for HIM who made her, So pants the thirsty soul, amid the blank 1696 Of sublunary joys. Say, goddess! where, Say ye, who guide the wilder'd in the waves, 1700 1706 On which hand must I bend my course to find HIM? In ardent Contemplation's rapid car, From earth, as from my barrier, I set out. 1710 How swift I mount! diminish'd earth recedes; 1715 I pass the moon; and, from her farther side, Pierce Heav'n's blue curtain; strike into remote; Where, with his lifted tube, the subtile sage And to celestial lengthens human sight, 1720 1725 And ask for HIM who gives their orbs to roll, 1730 Through their wide empires!-What behold I now? The grandeur of his works, whence folly sought 1735 Who built thus high for worms (mere worms to HIM;) To mine, how short! On Nature's ALPS I stand, 1745 1750 1755 1760 "O ye, as distant from my little home, "As swiftest sun-beams in an age can fly! "Far from my native element I roam, "In quest of new, and wonderful, to Man. "What province this, of his immense domain, "Whom all obey? Or mortals here, or gods? "Ye bord'rers on the coasts of bliss! what are you?" "A colony from Heav'n? or only rais'd, "By frequent visit from Heav'n's neighb'ring realms, "To secondary gods, and half-divine?— "Whate'er your nature, this is past dispute, "Far other life you live, far other tongue "You talk, far other thought, perhaps, you think, "Than Man. How various are the works of GOD! "But say, What thought? Is reason here enthron'd, "And absolute? Or sense in arms against her? "Have you two lights? Or need you no reveal'd? 66 1765 Enjoy your happy realms their golden age? 1771 "And had your EDEN an abstemious EVE? "Our EVE's fair daughters prove their pedigree, "And ask their ADAMS- Who would not be wise?" 1775 "Or, if your mother fell, are you redeem'd? Change you your scene, translated? Or by death? "And if by death; what death?-Know you disease? "Or horrid war?-With war, this fatal hour, 1780 "EUROPA groans (so call we a small field, "Where kings run mad.) In our world, Death deputes "Intemperance to do the work of Age! "And, hanging up the quiver Nature gave him, "As slow of execution, for dispatch 1785 |