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« Nor grudge I, Adam, those fall’n sons of thine, “ Fleth of thy flesh, to share a seat with mine, " By him sublim'd into a nobler sphere; " So they say not their younger brothers, here.

" But, through much grief, this glory must be won; " Flesh, foil'd by fin, by death must be undone ; " Muft drop the world, wherein it felt its force, " And, giant-like, rejoic'd to run its course; " Must drop each organ of its late delight;

Must bid a long adieu to sense and fight, “ A long adieu to ev'ry darling lust; “ Must yield its passive members, duft to dust, " Within the potter's furnace to be fin’d, " And leave its grossness, with its guilt, behind.

" Meanspace, those forms of Aesh, those sons of sin, “ Shall serve to hold my priceless pearls within; " As golden grain within prolific clay, “ To shoot and ripen tow'rd a future day.

" Yon maggot, vilest offspring of vile earth, - Answers the genial baseness of his birth: « Lo, where he rolls and battens, with delight, “ In filth, to fimell offensive, foul to fight! " Well pleas’d, hedrinks the stench, thedirtdevours, " And prides him in the puddle of his powers; “ Careless, unconscious of the beauteous guest, « Th' internal fpeck committed to his breaft. 66. Yet, in his breast, th’internal speck grows warm, " And quickens into motion, life, and form; 66 Far other form than that its foft'rer bore, ® High o'er its parent-worm ordain'd to soar :

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« The son, still growing as the fire decays, “ In radiant plumes bis infant shape arrays; * Matures, as in a soft and silent womb, " Then, opening, peeps from his paternal tomb; “ Now, struggling, breaks at once into the day, 66 Tries his young limbs, and bids his wings display, " Expands his lineaments, erects his face, « Rises sublime o'er all the reptile race;

From new-dropt blossoms sips the nectar'd stream, And basks within the glory of the beam.

“ Thus, to a sensual, to a sinful shrine, " The SAVIOUR shall entrust his speck-divine;

In secret animate his chosen seed, " Fill with his love, and with his substance feed; 66 Inform it with sensations of his own, “ And give it appetites, to flesh unknown. 66 So shall the lusts of man's old worm give place, “ His fervor languish, and his force decrease; “ Till spoild of ev'ry object, gross or vain, “ His pride and passjons humbled, crush'd, and flain; " From a false world to his first kingdom won, " His will, and fin, and sense, and self undone ; " His inward man from death shall break away, “ And foar, and mingle with eternal day!”

This (in a word) THE FATHER spoke and streight THE SON defcended from above all height, Upon the chaos of man's world he came, And pierc'd the darkness with his living beam į Then cast a rein on the reluctant will, And bid the tempeft of the soul be still.

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The good from evil he did then divide, And set man's darkness from God's light aside : Wide, from the heart, he bids his will be done, And there plac'd CONSCIENCE as a central sun; Whence REASON, like the moon, derives, by night, A weak, a borrow'd, and a dubious light. But, down the soul's abyss, a region dire ! He caus’d the Stygian horrors to retire ; From whence ascends the gloom of many a pest, Dark’ning the beam of heaven within the breast; Atrocious intimations, causeless care, Distrust, and hate, and rancour, and despair.

As in creation, when THE WORD gave birth To ev'ry offspring of the teeming earth, He now conceiv'd high fruits of happier use, And bid the heart and head of man produce: Then branch'd the pregnant will, and went abroad In all the sweets of its internal GOD; In ev'ry mode of love, a fragrant throng, Bearing the heart-sent charities along; Divine effusions of the human breast, Within the very act of blessing, bleft; Desires that press another's weight to bear, To soothe their anguish, to partake their care ; Pains that can please, and griefs that joys excite; Bruises that balm, and tears that drop delight. God saw the feed was precious; and began To bless his owN REDEEMING WORK, in man.

Nor less, the pregnant region of the mind Brought forth conceptions suited to its kind;

Faint emblems, yet of virtue to proclaim
That PARENT-SPIRIT, whence our spirits came ;
Spirits that, like their God, with mimic skill,
Produce new forms and images at will;
Thoughts that from earth, with wing'd emotion, foar,
New tracts expatiate, and new worlds explore ;
Backward, through space and through duration, run,
Passing the bounds of all that e'er begun ;
Then, as a glance of light’ning, forward fee,
Straining to reach at all that e'er shall be.

Thus, in the womb of man's abyss are sown
Natures, worlds, wonders, to himself unknown.
A comprehensive, a mysterious plan
Of all th' almighty works of GOD, is man;
From hell's dire depth to heaven's fupremest height,
Including good and evil, dark and light.
What shall we call this son of grace and fin,
This dæmon, this divinity within,
This fame eternal, this foul mould'ring clod
A fiend, or SERAPH-A poor worm, or God?

O, the fell conflict, the intestine strife,
This clash of good and evil, death and life!
What, what are all the wars of sea and wind,
Or wreck of matter, to this war of mind ?
Two minds in one, and each a truceless guest,
Rending the sphere of our distracted breast?
Who shall deliver, in a fight fo fell;
Who save from this intestine dog of hell?

God! thou hast said, that nature shall decay,
And all yon starr'd expansion pass away:


That, in thy wrath, pollution shall expire,
The sun himself consume with hotter fire;
The melting earth forsake its form and face,
These elements depart, but find no place;
Şucceeded by a peaceful bless'd ferene,
New heavens and earth, wherein the just shall reign.

O then, upon the same BENIGNANT PLAN,
Sap, crush, consume this mass of ill, in man!
Within this transient frame of mould’ring clay,
Let death's cerberean dæmon have his day;
Let him tear off this world, the nurse of lust,
Grind flesh, and sense, and fin, and self, to dust:
In mind and matter, fave WHATE'ER IS THINE!
O'er time, and pain, and death, to be renew'd;
Filld with our GOD, and with our God indu'd !



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HY hang thy hopes on beauty's fading Power,

To-day it buds : to-morrow's dawning fun,
With rifing wonder, views its bloftoms gone.
E’en so those charms which now create desire,
Ere long must wither, languish, and expire;
With those less fair, receive one common doom,
And waste their luftre in the filent tomb.


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