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Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand ways devout, o be a man! and thou shalt be a God!
And half self-made ! Ambition how divine!
O thou, ambitious of disgrace alone! Opening the solemn sources of my soul,
Still undevout? Unkindled ? -Though high-taught, Since I have pour'd, like teign'd Eridanus, School'd by the skies, and pupil of the stars ; My flowing numbers o'er the Haming skies, Rank coward to the fashionable world ! Nor see, of fancy, or of fact, what more
Art thou asham'd to bend thy knee to Heaven?
How, like a widow in her weeds, the night,
How sorrowful, how desolate, she weeps Great viness! On thee, on thee the cluster hangs; | Perpetual dews, and saddens Nature's scene! The filial cluster! infinitely spread
A scene more sad sin makes the darken'd soul, In glowing globes, with various being fraught; All confort kills, por leaves one spark alive. And drinks (nectareous draught !) immortal life. Though blind of heart, still open is thine eye: Or, shall I say (for who can say enough?)
Why such magnificence in all thou seest? A constellation of ten thousand gems,
Of matter's grandeur, know, one end is this, (And, 0! of what dimension of what weight!) To tell the rational, who gazes on itSet in one signet, flames on the right hand
“ Though that immensely great, still greater he, Of Majesty Divine! The blazing seal,
Whose breast, capacious, can embrace, and lodge, That deeply stamps, on all created mind,
Unburthen'd, Nature's universal scheme;
Can grasp creation with a single thought;
One single ray of thought outshines them all."
Rising, where thought is now denied to rise, And such ideas of th’ Almnighty's plan,
Look down triumphant on these dazzling spheres (Ideas not absurd) distend the thought
Why then persist ? --No mortal ever liv'd Of feeble mortals! Nor of them alone !
But, dying, he pronounc'd (when words are true) The fulness of the Deity breaks forth
The whole that charms thee, absolutely vain; In inconceivables to men, and guds.
Vain, and far worse!-Think thou, with dying men; Tbink, then, I think ; nor ever drop the thought; O condescend to think as angels think! How low must man descend, when gods adore ! ( tulerate a chance for happiness ! Have I not, then, accomplish'd my proud boast ? Our nature such, ill choice ensures ill fate; Did I not tell thee, “ We would mount, Lorenzo'), And Hell had been, though there had been no God. And kindle our devotion at the stars *"
Dost thou not know, my new astronomer! And have I faild? And did I flatter thee? Earth, turning from the Sun, brings night to man ? And art all adamant? And dost confute
Man, turung from his God, brings endless night; All urg'd, with one irrefragable smile 8
Where thou canst read to morals, find no friend, Lorenzo! mirth how miserable here!
Amend no manners, and expect no peace. Swear by the stars, by him who made them, swear, How deep the darkness! and the groan, how loud! Thy heart, henceforth, shall be as pure as they : And far, how far, from lambent are the flames !Then thou, like them, shalt shine; like them, shalt Such is Lorenzo's purchase! such his praise ! rise
The prvud, the politie, Lorenzo's praise ! From low to lofty; from obscure to bright; Though in his ear, and level'd at his heart, By due gradation, Nature's sacred law.
I've half read o'er the volume of the skies. The stars, from whence :--Ask Chaos-he can tell. For think not thou hast heard all this from me; These bright temptations to idolatry,
My song but echoes what great Nature speaks. Prom darkness, and confusion, took their birth; What has she spoken? Thus the goddess spoke, Sons of deformity! from fivid dregs
Thus speaks for ever:~" Place, at Nature's head, Tartarean, first they rose to masses rude;
A sovereign, which w'er all things rolls his eye, And then, to spheres opaque; then dimly shone; Extends his wing, promulgates his commands, Then brighten'd; then blaz'd out in perfect day. But, above all, diffuses endless good; Nature delights in progress; in advance
To whom, for sure redress, the wrong'd may fly; From worse to better; but, when minds ascend, The vile, for mercy; and the pain’d, for peace; Progress, in part, depends upon themselves. By whom, the various tenants of these spheres, Heaven aids exertion; greater makes the great ;
Diversified in fortunes, place, and powers, Tbe voluntary little lessens more.
Rais'd ju enjoyment, as in worth they rise,
Arrive at length (if worthy such approach)
At that blest fountain-head, from which they stream;
Where conflict past redoubles present joy; Sacred to thoughts immaculate, and pure!
Perhaps, too, aid thee, when rever'd avbile,
Sad presage to vain boasters, now in bloom!
And calling thee-wert thou so wise to bear!
Boast of our ruin! triumph of our dust!
By the damp vault that weeps o'er royal bones; Rank poison; first fermenting to mere froth, And the pale lamp that shows the ghastly dead, And then subsiding into final gall ?
More ghastly, through the thick incumbent gloom!
By visits (if there are) froin darker scenes,
By guilt's last audit! By yon Moon in blood,
The rocking firmament, the falling stars, Not of poor bigots only, but thy oun?
And thunder's last discharge, great Nature's knell! For I have peep'd into thy cover'd heart,
By second chaos and eternal night"And seen it blush beneath a boastful brow;
Be wise-Nor let Philander blaine my charm ; Por, by strong guilt's most violent assault,
But own not ill discharg'd my double debt, Conscience is but disabled, not destroy'd.
Love to the living; duty to the dead ! O thou most aweful being; and most vain ! For know I'm but executor; he lett Thy will, how frail! how glorious is thy power! This moral legacy; I make it o'er Though dread eternity has sown her seeds
Py his command; Philander hear in me;
And Heaven in both.-If deaf to these, O! hear
For his sake-love thyself: example strikes
All human hearts; a bad example more; Lorenzo! No: it cannot,-shall not, be,
More still a father's; that ensures his ruin.
As parent of bis being, wouldst thou prove
And make him curse the being which thou gavest?
Florello's father, and Philander's friend !
Florello's father ruin'd, ruins him;
Let passion do, what nobler motive should;
To reason; and persuade thee to be blest, By darkness, and by silence, sisters dread!
This seems not a request to be denied ;
'Tis the most hopeless, man can make to man,
So long on wing, and in no middle clime !
The darker matter organiz'd (the ware
Of all created spirit); beams, that rise
Of next approach to godhead. Father fond (Wont to return with our returning peace)
(Far fonder than e'er bore that name on Earth) Will pay, ere long, and bless ine with repose. Of intellectual beings! beings blest Hasté, haste, sweet stranger! from the peasant's with powers to please thee; not of passive ply cot,
To laws they know not; beings lodg'd in seats The ship-boy's haminoc, or the soldier's straw, Of well-adapted joys, in different domes Whence sorrow never chas'd thee; with thee bring, Of this imperial palace for thy song; Not hideons visions, as of late; but draughts Of this prcad, populous, well-policy'd, Delicious of well-tasted, cordial, rest;
Though boundless habitation, plann'd by thee: Man's rich restorative ; his balmy bath,
Whose several clans their several climates suit; That supples, lubricates, and keeps in play And transposition, doubtless, would destroy. The various movements of this nice machine, Or, Oh ! indulge, immortal King, indulge Which asks such frequent periods of repair. A title less august indeed, but more When tir'd with vain rotations of the day,
Endearing; ah! how sweet in human ears, Sleep winds us up for the succeeding dawn; Sweet in our cars, and triumph in our hearis ! Fresh we spin on, ull sickness clogs our wheels, Father of immortality lo man ! Or Death quite breaks the spring, and motion ends. A theme that latelyi8 set my soul on fire When will it end with me?
And thou the next yet equal! thou, by whom
.“ THOU only know'st, That blessing was convey'd; far more! was bought'; Thou, whose broad eye the future, and the past, Ineffable the price ! by wliom alt worlds Joins to the present; making one of three
Were made ; and one redeem'd! illustrious light To moral thought! Thou know'st, and thou alone, From light illustrious! Thou, whose regal power, All-knowing !-all-unknown!-and yet well-known! Finite in time, but infinite in space, Near, though remote! and, though unfathom'd, On more than adamantine basis fix'd, felt !
O'er more, far more, than diadems and thrones, And, though invisible, for ever seen!
Inviolably reigns; the dread of gods! And seen in all! the great and the minute : And Oh! the friend of man! beneath whose foot, Each globe above, with its gigantic race,
And by the mandate of whose awful nod, Each flower, each leaf, with its stuall people swarm’d, All regions, revolution, fortunes, fates, (Those puny vouchers of Omnipotence !)
Of high, of low, of mind, and matter, roll To the first thought, that asks, · From whence ! Through the short channels of expiring time, declare
Or shoreless ocean of eternity, Their common source. Thou fountain, running o'er Calm, or tempestuous (as thy spirit breathes), In rivers of communicated joy!
In absolute subjection ! --And, O thou Who gav'st us speech for far, far humbler themes ! | The glorious third ! distinct, not separate ! Say, by what name shall I presume to call
Bearping from both! with both incorporate ; Him I see burning in these countless suns,
And (strange to tell !) incorporate with dust! As Moses, in the bush > Illustrious Mind!
By condescension, as thy glory, great, The whole creation, less, far less, to thee,
Enshrin'd in man ! of human hearts, if pure, Than that to the creation's ample round.
Divine inhabitant! the tie divine How shall I name thee? How my labouring soul Of Heaven with distant Earth! by whom I trust, Heaves underneath the thought, too big for birth! (If not inspir’d) uncensur'd this address
“ Great systein of perfections! mighty cause To thee, to thein-to whom ! - Mysterious power! Of causes mighty! cause uncaus'd! sole root Reveal'd-yet unreveal'd! darkness in light; Of Nature, that luxuriant growth of God
Number in unity! our joy! our dread! First Father of effects ! that progeny
The triple bolt that lays all wrong in ruin! Of endless series; where the golden chain's That animates all right, the triple sun! Last link admits a period, who can tell ?
Sun of the soul! her never-setting sun ! Father of all that is or heard, or hears !
Tiiune, unutterable, unconceiv'd, Father of all that is or seen, or sees!
Absconding, yet demonstrable, great God! Father of all that is, or shall arise !
Greater than greatest ! Better than the best! Father of this immeasurable mass
Kinder than kindest! with soft pity's eye, Of matter multiform; or dense, or rare;
Or (stronger still to speak it) with thine own, Opaque, or lucid; rapid, or at rest;
From thy bright home, from that high firmament, · Minute, or passing bound! in each extreme Where thou, from all eternity, hast dwelt; Of like amaze, and mystery, to man.
Beyond archangels' unassisted ken; Father of these bright millions of the night! From far above what mortals highest call ; Of which the least full godhead had proclaim'd, From elevation's pinnacle; look down, And thrown the gazer on his knee-Or, say, Through-What? confounding interval ! througla Is appellation higher still, thy choice?
all Father of matter's temporary lord !
And more than labouring fancy can conceive; Father of spirits! nobler offspring ! sparks Through radiant ranks of essences unknowu; of high paternal glory; rich endow'd
Through hierarchies from hierarchies detach'd With various measures, and with various modes Round various banners of omnipotence, Of instinct, reason, intuition ; beams More pale, or bright from day divine, to break
8 Nights the Sixth and Seventh.
With endless change of rapturous duties fir’d; Though plung'd, before, in horrours dark as Through wondrous beings interposing swarms,
night : All clustering at the call, to dwell ju thee; Rich prelibation of consummate joy ! Through this wide waste of worlds! this vista vast, Nor wait we dissolution to be blest. All sanded o'er with suns ; suns turn'd to night This final effort of the moral Muse, Before thy feeblest beam-Look down-down- How justly lilled 20 7 nor for me alone: down,
For all that read; what spirit of support, On a poor breathing particle in dust,
What heights of Consolation, crown my song! Or, lower, an immortal in his crimes.
Then, farewel Night! of darkness, now, no His crimes forgive ! forgive his virtues, too!
more : Those smaller faults, half-converts to the right. Joy breaks ; shines; triumphs; 't is eternal day. Nor let ine close these eyes, which never more Shall that which rises out of nought complain May see the Sun (though night's descending scale Of a few evils, paid with endless joys ? Now weighs up morn), unpity'd, and unblest ! My soul! henceforth, in sweetest union join In thy displeasure dwells eternal pain;
The two supports of human bappiness, Pain, our aversion ; pain, which strikes me now ; Which some, erroneous, think can never meet ; And, since all pain is terrible to man,
True laste of life, and constant thought of death Though transient, terrible ; at thy good hour, The thought of death, sole rictor of its dread! Gently, ah gently, lay me in my bed,
Hope, be thy joy; and probity thy skill; My clay-cold bed ! by nature now, so near; Thy patron he, whose diadem has dropp'd By nature, near; still nearer by disease !
Yon gems of Heaven; eternity, thy prize : Till then, be this, an emblem of my grave: And leave the racers of the world their own, Let it out-preach the preacher; every night Their feather, and their froth, for endless toils : Let it out-cry the boy at Philip's ear;
They part with all for that which is not bread; That tongue of death! that herald of the tomb ! They mortify, they starve, onwealth, fame, And when (the shelter of thy wing implur'd)
power; My senses, sooth’d, shall sink in soft repose, And laugh to scorn the fools that aim at more. o sink this truth still deeper in my soul,
How must a spirit, late escap'd from Farth, Suggested by my pillow, sign'd by fate,
Suppose Philander's, Lucia's, or Narcissa's, First, in fate's volume, at the page of man- The truth of things new-blazing in its eye, Man's sickly soul, though turn'd and toss'd for Look back, astonish’d, on the ways of men, ever,
Whose lives' whole drift is to forget their graves ! From side to side, can rest om nought but thee : And when our present privilege is past, Here, in full trust; hereafter, in full joy;
To scourge us with due sense of its aluse, On thee, the promis’d, sure, eternal down The same astonishment will seize us all. Of spirits, toil'd in travel through this vale. What then must pain us, would preserve us north Nor of that pillow shall my soul despond; Lorenzo ! 't is not yet too late; Lorenzo! For-Love almighty! Love almighty! (sing, Seize wisdom, ere 't is torment to be wise ; Exult creation !) Love almighty, reigns !
That is, seize wisdom, ere she seizes thee. Tbat death of death! that cordial of despair ! For what, my small philosopher ! is Hell? And loud eternity's triumphant song!
'T is nothing but full knowledge of the truth, * Of whom, no more :-For, O thou Patron- When truth, resisted long, is sworn our foe: God!
And calls eternity to do her right.
My song the midnight raven has outwing'd,
Her gloomy flight. But what avails the flight Breathes out in agonies a sinless soul !
Of fancy, when our hearts remain below? Against the cross, Death's iron sceptre breaks ! Virtue ahounds in flatteries and foes ; Frum famish'd ruin plucks her human prey! 'Tis pride to praise her; penance to perform. Throws wide the gates celestial to his foes ! To more than words, to more than worth of Their gratitude, for such a boundless debt,
tongue, Deputes their suffering brothers to receive! Lorenzo! rise, at this auspicious hour; And, if deep buman guilt in payment fails ; An hour, when Heaven 's most intimate with man} As deeper guilt prohibits our despair!
When, like a falling star, the ray divine Enjoins it, as our duty, to rejoice!
Glides swift into the bosom of the just ; And (to close all) omnipotently kind,
And just are all, determin'd to reclaim; Takes his delights among the sons of men 19.” Which sets that title high within thy reach. What words are these-And did they come from Awake, then : thy Philander calls: awake! Heaven?
Thou, who shalt wake, when the creation sleeps; And were they spoke to man? to guilty man? When, like a taper, all these suns expire ; What are all mysteries to love like this?
When Time, like him of Gaza in his wrath, The songs of angels, all the melodies
Plucking the pillars that support the world, of choral gods, are wafted in the sound;
In Nature's ample ruins lies intomb'd ; Heal and exhilarate the broken heart;
And midnight, universal midnight! reigns 19 Prov. chap. viü.
20 The Consolation
And with them dy'd my joys; the grave
Has broken Nature's laws;
And clos'd, against this feeble frame,
Its partial cruel jaws;
A cloud impairs my sight;
Psalm Ixiii. 6. My weak band disobeys iny will,
And trembles as I write.
What shall I write ? Thalia, tell;
Say, long-abandou'd Muse! This was not intended for the public, there were What field of fancy shall I range ? many and strong reasons against it; and are so still;
What subject shall I choose ? but some extracts of from the few copies which were given away, being got into the printed papers,
A choice of moment high inspire,
And rescue me from shame, it was thought necessary to publish something, Jest a copy still more imperfect than this should Por doting on thy charms so late, fall into the press : and it is hoped, that this un
By grandeur in my theme. welcome occasion of publication may be some ex- Beyond the themes, which most admire, cuse for it.
Which dazzle, or amaze, As for the following stanzas, God Almighty's in- Beyond renown'd exploits of war, finite power, and marvellous goodness to man, is Bright charms, or empire's blaze, dwelt on, as the most just and cogent reason for
Are themes, which, in a world of woe, our cheerful and absolute resignation to his will;
Can best appease our pain; nor are any of those topics declined, which have a
And, in an age of gaudy guilt, just tendency to promote that supreme virtue:
Gay folly's tlood restrain; such as the vanity of this life, the value of the next, the approach of death, &c.
Amidst the storms of life support
A calm unshaken mind;
And with unfading laurels crown
The brow of the resign'd.
O Resignation ! yet unsung, Of man's too rapid race !
Untouch'd by former strains ; Each leaving, as it swiftly flies,
Though claiming every Muse's smile, A shorter in its place.
And every poet's pains, They who the longest lease enjoy,
Beneath life's evening, solemn shade, Have told us with a sigh,
I dedicate my page That to be born seems liule more,
To thee, thou safest guard of youth! Than to begin to die.
Thou sole support of age ! Numbers there are who feel this truth
All other duties crescents are With fears alarm’d; and yet,
Of virtue faintly bright, In life's delusions lull'd asleep,
The glorious consummation, thou! This weighty truth forget :
Which fills her orb with light : And am not I to these akin?
How rarely fill'd! the love divine Age slumbers o'er the quill;
In evils to discern, Its honour blots, whate'er it writes,
This the first lesson which we want, And am I writing still?
The latest, which we learn; Conscious of nature in decline,
A melancholy truth! for know, And languor ju my thoughts;
Could our proud hearts resign, To soften censure, and abate
The distance greatly would decrease Its rigour on my faults ;
'Twixt buman and divine. Permit me, madam! ere to you
But though full noble is my theme, The promis'd verse 1 pay,
Full urgent is my call To touch on felt infirmity,
To soften sorrow, and forbid Sad sister of decay.
The bursting tear to fall : One world deceas'd, another born,
The task I dread; dare I to leave
Of humble prose the shore,
What throngs have sunk before !
How proud the poet's billow swells ! His second world to see :
The God! the God! his boast : My second world, though gay the scene,
A boast how vain! What wrecks abound ! Can boast no charms for me.
Dead bards stench every coast. To me this brilliant age appears
What then am 1? Shall I presume, With desolation spread;
On such a moulten wing, Near all with whom I liv'd, and smil'd,
Above the general wreck to rise, Whilst life was life, are dead;
And in my winter, sing i