Lay vanquished, rolling in the fiery gulf, Confounded though immortal! But his doom Torments him. Round he throws his baleful eyes, The dismal situation waste and wild; As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed! (And thence in Heaven called Satan) with bold words Breaking the horrid silence, thus began: 'If thou beest he-But oh how fallen! how changed From him, who in the happy realms of light, Clothed with transcendent brightness, didst outshine Myriads though bright! If he whom mutual league, United thoughts and counsels, equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise, Joined with me once, now misery hath joined From what height fallen; so much the stronger proved The force of whose dire arms? Yet not for those, Can else inflict, do I repent, or change (Though changed in outward lustre) that fixed mind, That durst dislike his reign, and, me preferring, And shook his throne. What though the field be lost? So spake the apostate Angel, though in pain, 'O Prince! O Chief of many throned Powers, And put to proof his high supremacy, Whether upheld by strength, or chance, or fate ! That with sad overthrow and foul defeat Though all our glory extinct, and happy state, But what if he our Conqueror (whom I now Of force believe almighty, since no less Than such could have o'erpowered such force as ours) Whereto with speedy words the Arch-fiend replied: Back to the gates of Heaven; the sulphurous hail, Shot after us in storm, o'er-blown, hath laid Of Heaven received us falling; and the thunder, Seest thou yon dreary plain, forlorn and wild, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames What reinforcement we may gain from hope; THE SEARCH AFTER TRUTH (From the Areopagit ica) TRUTH indeed came once into the world with her divine. master, and was a perfect shape most glorious to look on: but when he ascended, and his apostles after him were laid asleep, then straight arose a wicked race of deceivers, who, as that story goes of the Egyptian Typhon with his conspirators, how they dealt with the good Osiris, took the virgin Truth, hewed her lovely form into a thousand pieces, and scattered them to the four winds. From that time ever since, the sad friends of Truth, such as durst appear, imitating the careful search that Isis made for the mangled body of Osiris, went up and down gathering up limb by limb still as they could find them. We have not yet found them all, lords and commons, nor ever shall do, till her Master's second coming; he shall bring together every joint and member, and shall mould them into an immortal feature of loveliness and perfection. Suffer not these licensing prohibitions to stand at every place of opportunity forbidding and disturbing them that continue seeking, that continue to do our obsequies to the torn body of our martyred saint. We boast our light; but if we look not wisely on the sun itself, it smites us into darkness. Who can discern those planets that are oft combust, and those stars of brightest magnitude that rise and set with the sun, until the opposite motion of their orbs bring them to such a place in the firmament, where they may be seen evening or morning? The light which we have gained was given us, not to be ever staring on, but by it to discover onward things more remote from our knowledge. It is not the unfrocking of a priest, the unmitring of a bishop, and the removing him from off the presbyterian shoulders, that will make us a happy nation: no; if other things as great in the church, and in the rule of life both economical and political, be not looked into and reformed, we have looked so long upon the blaze that Zuinglius and Calvin have beaconed-up to us, that we are stark blind. There be who perpetually complain of schisms and sects, and make it such a calamity that any man dissents from their maxims. It is their own pride and ignorance which causes the disturbing, who neither will hear with meekness, nor can convince, yet all must be suppressed which is not found in their Syntagma. They are the troublers, they are the dividers of unity, who neglect and permit not others to unite those dissevered pieces, which are yet wanting to the body of truth. To be still searching what we know not, by what we know, still closing up truth to truth as we find it, (for all her body is homogeneal, and proportional,) this is the golden rule in theology as well as in arithmetic, and makes up the best harmony in a church; not the forced and outward union of cold, and neutral, and inwardly divided minds. |