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Those trackless deeps, where many a weary sail
His chill'd and narrow énergies, his heart, Has seen above the illimitable plain,
Insensible to courage, truth, or love, Morning on night, and night on morning rise, His stunted stature and imbecile frame, Whilst still no land to greet the wanderer spread Mark'd him for some abortion of the earth, Its shadowy mountains on the sunbright sea, Fit compeer of the bears that roam'd around, Where the loud roarings of the tempest-waves
Whose habits and enjoyments were his own: So long have mingled with the gusty wind
His life a leverish dream of stagnant woe, In melancholy loneliness, and swept
Whose meager wants, but scantily fulfill'd, The desert of those ocean solitudes,
Apprized him ever of the joyless length But vocal 10 the sea-bird's harrowing shriek, Which his short being's wretchedness had reach'd The bellowing monster, and the rushing storm, His death a pang which famine, cold and toil, Now to the sweet and many mingling sounds Long on the mind, whilst yet the vital spark Of kindliest human impulses respond.
Clung to the body stubbornly, had brought : Those lonely realms bright garden-isles begem, All was inflicted here that earth's revenge With lightsome clouds and shining seas between,
Could wreak on the infringers of her law; And fertile valleys, resonant with bliss,
One curse alone was spared—the name of God
Nor where the tropics bound the realms of day
Where blue mists through the unmoving atmosphere All things are recreated, and the flame
Scatter'd the seeds of pestilence, and fed Of consentaneous love inspires all life:
Unnatural vegetation, where the land The fertile bosom of the earth gives suck
Teem'd with all earthquake, tempest and disease, To myriads, who still grow beneath her care,
Was man a nobler being; slavery Rewarding her with their pure perfectness:
Had crush'd him to his country's blood-stain'd dust ; The balmy breathings of the wind inhale
Or he was barter'd for the fame of power, Her virtues, and diffuse them all abroad :
Which, all internal impulses destroying, Health floats amid the gentle atmosphere,
Makes human will an article of trade; Glows in the fruits, and mantles on the stream :
Or he was changed with Christians for their gold. No storms deform the beaming brow of Heaven,
And dragg‘d to distant isles, where to the sound Nor scalier in the freshness of its pride
of the flesh-mangling scourge, he does the work The foliage of the ever-verdant trees;
Of all-polluting luxury and wealth, But fruits are ever ripe, Nowers ever fair,
Which doubly visits on the tyranis' heads And autumn proudly bears her matron grace,
The long-protracted fullness of their woe; Kindling a flush on the fair cheek of spring,
Or he was led to legal butchery, Whose virgin bloom beneath the ruddy fruit
To turn to worms beneath that burning sun, Reflects its tint and blushes into love.
Where kings first leagued against the rights of men
And priests first traded with the name of God.
Even where the milder zone afforded man
A seeming shelter, yet contagion there,
Blighting his being with unnumber'd ills, Like passion's fruit
, the nightshade's tempting bane Spread like a quenchless fire; nor truth till late Poisons no more the pleasure it beslows :
Avail'd to arrest its progress, or create All bitterness is past; the cup of joy
That peace which first in bloodless victory waved Unmingled mantles to the goblet's brim,
Her snowy standard o'er this favor'd clime:
There man was long the train-bearer of slaves,
The jackal of ambition's lion-rage,
The bloodhound of religion's hungry zeal.
Here now the human being stands adorning
This loveliest earth with taintless body and mind, Yel raising, sharpening, and refining each;
Blest from his birth with all bland impulses, Who stands amid the ever-varying world,
Which gently in his noble bosom wake The burthen or the glory of the earth ;
All kindly passions and all pure desires. He chief perceives the change, his being notes
Him, still from hope to hope the bliss pursuing, The gradual renovation, and defines
Which from the exhaustless lore of human weal Each movement of its progress on his mind.
Draws on the virtuous mind, the thoughts that rise
With self-enshrined eternity, (16) that mocks
Immortal upon earih: no longer now Shrank with the plants, and darken'd with the night;lle slays the lamb that looks him in the face, (17
And horribly devours his mangled flesh,
The sacred sympathies of soul and sense,
That mock'd his fury and prepared his fall.
Yet slow and gradual dawn'd the morn of love, The germs of misery, death, disease, and crime.
Long lay the clouds and darkness o'er the scene,
Till from its native heaven they roll'd away:
First, crime triumphant o'er all hope career'd
Unblushing, undisguising, bold and strong ;
Whilst falsehood, trick'd in viriue's attributes,
Long sanctified all deeds of vice and woe.
Till done by her own venomous sting to death,
She left the moral world without a law,
No longer fettering passion's fearless wing,
Nor searing reason with the brand of God. And science dawn, though late, upon the earth ;
Then steadily the happy ferment work’d; Peace cheers the mind, health renovates the frame; Reason was tree; and wild thoagh passion went Disease and pleasure cease to mingle here,
Through inngled glens and wood-einbosom'd meado, Reason and passion cease to combat there ;
Gathering a garland of the strangest flowers,
Yet like the bee returning to her queen, Whilst each unfetter'd o'er the earth extend
She bound the sweetest on her sister's brow, Their all-subduing energies, and wield
Who meek and sober kiss'd the sportive child,
No longer trembling at the broken rod.
The tranquil Spirit fail'd beneath its grasp,
Calm as a voyager 10 some distant land,
And full of wonder, full of hope as he.
The deadly germs of languor and disease
Died in the human frame, and purity
How vigorous then the athletic form of age!
How clear its open and unwrinkled brow! Thou glorious prize of blindly-working will! Where neither avarice, cunning, pride, nor care, Whose rays, diffused thronghout all space and time, Had stamp'd the seal of gray deformity Verge to one point and blend for ever there :
On all the mingling lineaments of time. of purest spirits thou pure dwelling-place!
How lovely the intrepid front of youth! Where care and sorrow, impotence and crime,
Which meek-eyed courage deck'd with freshest grace Languor, disease, and ignorance, dare not come :
Courage of soul, that dreaded not a namo,
And elevated will, that journey'd on
With virtue, love, and pleasure, hand in hand.
Needed no fetters of tyrannic law: The product of all action; and the souls
Those delicate and timid impulses
In nature's primal modesty arose,
The growing longings of its dawning love,
That virtue of the cheaply virtuous,
Who pride themselves in senselessness and frost. Even Time, the conqueror, fled thee in his fear; No longer prostitution's venom'd bane That hoary giant, who, in lonely pride,
Poison'd the springs of happiness and life; So long had ruled the world, that nations fell Woman and man, in confidence and love, Beneath his silent footstep. Pyramids,
Equal and free and pure, together trod That for millenniums had withstood the tide The mountain-paths of virtue, which no more Of human things, his storm-breath drove in sand Were slain'd with blood from many a pilgrim's feet. Across that desert where their stones survived The name of him whose pride had heap'd them there. Yon monarch, in his solitary pomp,
Then, where, through distant ages, long in pride Was but the mushroom of a summer day,
The palace of the monarch-slave had mock'd That his light-winged footstep press'd to dust : Fumine's faint groan, and penury's silent tear, Time was the king of earth: all things gave way A heap of crumbling ruins stood, and threw Before him, but the fix'd and virtuous will, Year after year their stones upon the field,
Wakening a lonely echo; and the leaves
Of all events is aggregated there
Therefore, o Spirit! fearlessly bear on:
Though storms may break the primrose on its stalk The melancholy winds a death-dirge sung:
Though frosts may blight the freshness of its gloom It were a sight of awfulness to see
Yet spring's awakening breath will woo the earth, The works of faith and slavery, so vast,
To feed with kindliest dews its favorite flower, So sumptuous, yet so perishing withal !
That blooms in mossy banks and darksome glens, Even as the corpse that rests beneath its wall.
Lighting the greenwood with its sunny smile. A thousand mourners deck the pomp of death Today, the breathing marble glows above To decorate its memory, and tongues
Fear not then, Spirit! death's disrobing hand, Are busy of its life: to-morrow, worms
So welcome when the tyrant is awake, In silence and in darkness seize their prey. So welcome wher, the bigot's hell-torch burns;
"Tis but the voyage of a darksome hour, Within the massy prison's mouldering courts,
The transient gulf-dream of a stariling sleep.
Death is no foe to virtue: earth has seen
Love's brightest roses on the scaffold bloom,
Mingling with freedom's fadeless laurels there, That mock the dungeon's unavailing gloom;
And presaging the truth of vision'd bliss. The ponderous chains, and gratings of strong iron,
Are there not hopes within thee, which this scene There rusted amid heaps of broken stone,
or link'd and gradual being has confirm d ? That mingled slowly with their native earth :
Whose stingings bade thy heart look further still, There the broad beam of day, which feebly once
When to the moonlight walk, by Henry led, Lighted the cheek of lean captivity
Sweetly and sadly thou didst talk of death? With a pale and sickly glare, then freely shone
And wilt thou rudely lear them from thy breast On the pure smiles of infant playfulness :
Listening supinely to a bigot's creed, No more the shuddering voice of hoarse despair
Or tamely crouching to the tyrant's rod, Peal'd through the echoing vaults, but soothing notes Whose iron thongs are red with human gore? Of ivy-finger'd winds and gladsome birds
Never: but bravely bearing on, thy will And inerriment were resonant around.
Is destined an eternal war to wage
With tyranny and falsehood, and uproot
The germs of misery from the human heart.
Thine is the hand whose piety would soothe
Watching its wanderings as a friend's disease : Thus human things were perfected, and earth. Thine is the brow whose mildness would defy Even as a child beneath its mother's love,
Its fiercest rage, and brave its sternest will, Was strengthen'd in all excellence, and grew When fenced by power and master of the world. Fairer and nobler with each passing year.
Thou art sincere and good ; of resolute mind, Free from heart-withering custom's cold control,
of passion lofty, pure and unsubdued. Now Time his dusky pennons o'er the scene Earıh's pride and meanness could not vanquish thee Closes in stedfast darkness, and the past
And therefore art thou worthy of the boon Fades from our charmed sight. My task is done : Which thou hast now received: virtue shall keep 'Thy lore is learn'd. Earth's wonders are thine own, Thy footsteps in the path that thou hast trod, With all the fear and all the hope they bring.
And many days of beaming hope shall bless My spells are past: the present now recurs. Thy spotless life of sweet and sacred love. Ah me! a pathless wilderness remains
Go, happy one! and give that bosom joy Yet unsubdued by man's reclaiming hand.
Whose sleepless spirit waits to catch
Light, life and rapture from thy smile.
The fairy waves her wand of charm,
That roll'd beside the battlement, All tend to perfect happiness, and urge
Bending her beamy eyes in thankfulness. The restless wheels of being on their way,
Again the enchanted steeds were yoked,
Fast and far the chariot flew:
Lessen'd by slow degrees, and soon arpear'd
Such tiny twinklers as the planet orbs
of the velocity of light, Sirius is supposed to be at That there attendant on the solar power
least 54,224,000,000,000 miles from the earth.* That Win borrow'd light pursued their narrower way. which appears only like a thin and silvery cloud
streaking the heaven, is in effect composed of innuEarth floated then below:
merable clusters of suns, each shining with its own The chariot paused a moment there;
light, and illuminating numbers of planets that reThe spirit then descended :
volve around them. Millions and millions of suns are The restless coursers paw'd the ungenial soil, ranged around us, all attended by innumerable worlds, Snuff'd the gross air, and then, their errand done, yel calm, regular, and harmonious, all keeping the Unfurl'd their pinions to the winds of heaven paths of immutable necessity. The Body and the Soul united then.
Note 3, page 112, col. 1.
These are the hired bravoes who defend
The tyrant's throne.
To employ murder as a means of justice, is an She look'd around in wonder, and beheld
idea which a man of an enlightened mind will not Heury, who kneel'd in silence by her couch,
dwell upon with pleasure. To march forth in rank Watching her sleep with looks of speechless love,
and file, and all the pomp of streamers and trumpets, And the bright beaming stars
for the purpose of shooting at our fellow-men as a That through the casement shone.
mark; to inflict upon them all the variety of wound and anguish ; to leave them weltering in their blood; to wander over the field of desolation, and count the
number of the dying and the dead, -are employNOTES.
ments which in thesis we may maintain to be necessary, but which no good man will contemplate with
gratulation and delight. A battle, we suppose, is Note 1, page 106, col. 1.
won :thus truth is established, thus the cause of
justice is confirmed! It surely requires no common The suo's unclouded orb Roll'd through the black concave.
sagacity to discern the connexion belween this im
mense heap of calamities and the assertion of truth BEYOND our atmosphere the sun would appear a ray or the maintenance of justice. less orb of fire in the midst of a black concave. The
Kings, and ministers of state, the real authors of equal diffusion of its light on earth is owing to the the calamity, sit unmolested in their cabinet, while refraction of the rays by the atinosphere, and their those against whom the fury of the storm is directed reflection from other bodies. Light consists either of
are, for the most part, persons who have been trepanvibrations propagated through a subtle medium, or of ned into the service, or who are dragged unwillingly numerous minute particles repelled in all directions from their peaceful homes into the field of battle. from the luminous body. Its velocity greatly exceeds A soldier is a man whose business it is to kill those that of any substance with which we are acquainted : who never offended him, and who are the innocent observations on the eclipses of Jupiter's satellites martyrs of other men's iniquities. Whatever may have demonstrated that light takes up no more than become of the abstract question of the justifiableness 87" in passing from the sun to the earth, a distance of of war, it seems impossible that the soldier should 95,000,000 miles. Some idea may be gained of the
not be a depraved and unnatural being. immense distance of the fixed stars, when it is compu
To these more serious and momentous considerated that many years would elapse before light could|tions it may be proper to uld, a recollection of the reach this earth from the nearest of them; yet in one ridiculousness of the military character. Its first year light travels 5,422,400,000,000 miles, which is a constituent is obedience: a soldier is, of all descripdistance 5,707,600 times greater than that of the sun tions of men, the niost completely a machine ; yet his from the earth.
profession inevitably teaches him something of dogmaNote 2, page 106, col. 2.
tism, swaggering, and self-consequence: he is like the Whilst round the chariot's way
puppet of a showman, who, at the very time he is made Innumerable systems rollid.
to strut and swell and display the most farcical airs, we The plurality of worlds,--the indefinite immensity perfectly know cannot assume the most insignificant of the universe, is a most awful subject of contem- gesture, advance either to the right or to the lett, but plation. He who rightly feels its mystery and gran- as he is moved by his exhibiter. Hodwin's Enquirer, deur, is in no danger of seduction from the falsehoods Essay v. of religious systems, or of deifying the principle of I will here subjoin a little poem, so strongly expresthe universe. It is impossible to believe that the sive of my abhorrence of despotism and falsehood, Spirit that pervades this infinite machine, begat a that I fear lest it never again may be depictured so son upon the body of a Jewish woman; or is angered vividly. This opportunity is perhaps the only one at the consequences of that necessity, which is a that ever will occur of rescuing it from oblivion. synonyme of itself. All that miserable tale of the
FALSEHOOD AND VICE; Devil, and Eve, and an Intercessor, with the childish mummeries of the God of the Jews, is irreconcilable with the knowledge of the stars. The works of
Wuilst monarchs laugh'd upon their thrones
To bear a fainish'd nation's groans, his fingers have borne witness against him.
And hugg'd the wealth wrung from their woe The nearest of the fixed stars is inconceivably dis
That makes its eyes and veins o'erflow,tant from the earth, and they are probably proporLionably distant from each other. By a calculation # See Nicholson's Encyclopodia, art. Lighl.
Those thrones, high built upon the heaps
Must shine upon our grave.
They thought 'twas theirs,-but mine the deed I
-the world is ours;
Note 4, page 113, col. 1.
Go to the grave, and issue from the womb. One generation passeth away and another generation cometh, but the earth abideth for ever. The sun also ariseth and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose. The wind goeth toward the south and turneth about unto the north, it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again
according to his circuits. All the rivers run into the sea, yet the sea is not full; unto the place whence the rivers come, thither shall they return again.Ecclesiastes, chap. i.
Note 5, page 113, col. 1.
Even as the leaves
Has scatter'd on the forest soil.
IATAA. Z, I. 146.
Luc. lib. ii