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False joys,indecil, are born from want of thought;, They stand collecting ev'ry beain of thonght, From thoughts full bent, and energy, the true ;

Till their hearts kindle with divine delight; And that demands a mind in equal poise, For all their thoughts like angels seen of old Remote from gloomy grief, and glaring joy. In Israel's dreams, come from and go to heav'n : Much joy not only speaks small diappiness,

Hence are they studious of sequester'd scenes, But happiness that shortly must expire:

While noise and dissipation contort thee.
Can joy, unbottom'd in reflection, stanud?
And in a tempest can reflection live?

246. Joy.
Can joy like thinc secure itself an hour ? Vain are all sudden sallies of delight;
Can joy like thine incet accident unshock’d, Convulsions of a weak, distemper'd joy.
Or ope the door to honest poverty?

Joy's a fix'd state; a tenor, not a start;
Or talk with threat'ning death, and not turn pale? Bliss there is none, but unprecarious bliss:
In such a world, and such a nature, these That is the gem; sed all, and purchase that.
Are needful fundamentals of relight: Reason perpetuates joy that reason gives,
These fundamentals give delight indeed; And makes it as inmortal as herself:
Delight, pure, delicate, and durable ;

Tomortals, nought immortal, but their worth, Delight, unshaken, inasculine, divine ; à constant, and a sound, but serious joy.

$ 247. Follies of Inzaginatiur. Is joy the daughter of severity ?

In this is seen imagination's guilt ; [ther, It is: yet far my doctrine from severe : But who can count her follies : She betrays

Rejoice for ever;" it becomes a man; To think in grandeur there is something greai. Exalts, and seis him nearer to the gols; For works of curious art, and antiunt fame, " Rejoice for ever." Nature cries, “ Rejoice;" | Thy genius hungers, elegantly paind; And drinks to man, in her nectareous cup, And foreign climes must cater for thy taste. Mix'd

up of delicates for ev'ry sense ; Hence what disaster!—Tho' the price was paid, To the great Founder of the bounteous feast

That persecuting priest, the Turk of Rome Drinks glory, gratitude, eternal praise : Detain'd thy dinner on the Latian shore; And be that will not pledge her, is a churl. And your magnificence is starv'il 10 death. IlI firmly to support, good fully taste, Hence, just resentinent, indignation, ire! Is the whole science of felicity. Yet sparing pledge; her bowl is not the best

$ 248. Pleasure consists in Goodness. Jlankind can boast : A rational repast ; Exertion, vigilance, a mind in arms,

PLEASURE, we both agree, is man's chief good; A military discipline of thought,

Our only contest, what deserres the name: (pass'd To foil temptation in the doubtful field;

Give pleasure's name to bought, but what has

Th’authentic seal of reason, which defies An erer-waking ardor for the right, Tis there first give, then guard a clieerful heart. The tooth of time; when past a pleasure still;

Dearer on trial, lovelier for its age, Vought that is righi, think little; well aware, What reason bids, God bids : by his comniand, Our future, while it forens our present joy.

And doubly to be priz'il, as it promotes How agerandis'd the smallest thing we do!

Some joys the future overcast; and some Thus nothing is insipid to the wise ;

Throw all their beams that way, and gild the To thee insipid all, but what is iad ; Joys season a high, and tasting strong of guilt. Abhoir á annihilation dreadful charms.

Some joys endear eternity: some give [tomb:

Are rival joys contending for thy choice? $.245. Earthly llappiness.

Consult thy whole existence, and be safe ; COXSISTENT wisdom ever wills the same; That oracle will put all doubt to fight : Thy fickle wish is ever on the wing. Be good, — and let heav'n answer for the rest. Sick of herself is folly's cliaracter;

Yet, with a sigh o'er all mankind, I grani, As wisdom's is a modest self applause. In this our day of proof, our lanıl of hope, A change of evils is thy good supreme; The good man has his clouds that intervene; Vor, but in motion, canst thou find thy rest. Clouds that obscure his sublunary day, Man's greatest strength is shown in standing still: But never conquer. Evin the best must own, The first sure symptom of a mind in health, Patience and resignation are the pillars 1: rest of heart, and pleasure felt at home. Of human peace on earth: remote from thee; False pleasure from abroad her joys imports.; Till this heroic lesson thou hast learn'd; Rich from within, and self-sustain'd, the true: To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain, The true is fis'd, and solid, as a rock; Fird at the prospect of unclouded bliss. Slipp'ry the false, and tossing, as the wave: Heav'n in reversion, like the sun as yet

Tis lore o'erfluwing makes an angel here; Beneath the th' horizon, cheers us in this world; Such angels all, entitled to repose

It sheds, on souls susceptible of light, On him who governs fate, Tho' tempest frowns, The glorious dawn of our eternal lay. Tho'nature shakes, how soft 10 lean on heav'n! Now see the man immortal; hiin, I mcan, To lean on Him on whom archangels lean! Who lives as such; whose heart, full bent on With inward eyes, and silent as the grave;



Leans all that way his bias to the stars.

$ 250. The Fall of the Good Man. The world's dark sha:les, in contrast set, sha'l raise

But nothing charms, Lorenzo, like the firm, His lustre more; tho' bright, without a soil. Undaunted breast :-And whose is that high Observe his awful portrait, and adınire

praise? Nor stop at tronder; imitate and live. They yield to pleasure, tho'they danger brave,

And show no fortitude, but in the field; $ 249. Picture of a Good Man. If there they show it, 'tis for glory shown :

Nor will that cordial always man their hearts: With aspect mild, and elevated eye,

A cordial his sustains, that cannot fail :
Behold him seated on a mnount serene,
Above the fogs of sense, and passion's storm;

By pleasure unsubdu'd, unbroke by pain,

He shares in that omnipotence he trusts : All the black cares and tumults of this life,

All-bearing, all-atteinpting, till he falls, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his fect,

And, when he falls, writes (ICI on his shield;
Earth's genuine sons, the sceptred and the slave, From magnanimity, all fear above:
A mingled mob! a vand'ring herd! he sees

From nobler recompence, above applause
Bewilder'd in the vale; in all unlike!
His full reverse in all; what higher praise ?
What stronger demonstration of the right?
The present all their care; the future, his:

$ 251. Irit and Wisdom. When public welfare calls, or private want, Wit, how delicious to man's dainty taste! They give to fame; his bounty he conceals : "Tis precious, as the vehicle of sense;

Their virtues varnish nature; his exalt: But, as its substitute, a dire disease :
Theirs, their wild chace of false felicities; Pernicious talent! flatter'd by mankind,
His, the compos'd possession of the true : Yet hated too; they think the talent rare.
Alike througlont is his consistent peace, Wisdom is rare, Lorenzo! wit abounds;
All of one color, and an even thread; Passion can give it ; soipetimes win inspires
While party-color'd shreds of happiness, The lucky flash ; and madness rarely fails.
With hideous gaps between, patch up for them Whatever cause the spirit strongly stirs,
A inadınan's robe; each puff of fortune blows Confers the bays, and rivals thy renown;
The tatters by, and shows their nakedness. Chance often hits it; and, to pique thee more,

He sees with other eyes than theirs; where they See dullness blund'ring on vivacities.
Behold a sun, he spies a Deily;

But wisdom, awful wiseloni! which inspects, What makes them only smile, makes him adore; Discerns, compares, weighis, separates, infers, Where they see mountains, he but atoins sees; Seises the right, and holds it to the last! An empire, in bis balance, weighs a grain How rare! In senates, synods, sought in vain; They things terrestrial worship, as divine ; Or, if there found, 'tis sacred to the few. His hopes immortal blow them by, as dust, While a loud prostitute to multitudes, That dims bis sight, and shortens his survey, Frequent as fatal, wit. In civil life, Which longs, im infinite, to lose all bound': Wit makes an enterpriser; sepse, a man: Titles and hono's (if they prove his fate) Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume; He lays aside to find his dignity:

The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves : They triumph in externals (which conceal Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound; Man's real glory) proud of an eclipse;

When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam; He nothing thinks so great in man, as man ; Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still: Too dear he holds his interest, to neglect; Wii, widow'd of good sense, is worse than Another's welfare, or his right invade; It hoists more sail to run against a rock. (nouglit; Their int'rest, like a lion's, lives on prey:

How ruinous the rock i warn thee shun, They kindle at the sladow of a wrong; Where syrens sit, to sing thee to thy fate! Wrong tre sustains with temper, looks on heav'n, Let not ihe covings of the world allure thee; Nor stoops to think his injurer his foe; Which of her lovers ever found her true? Nought, but what wounds his virtue, wounds his Happy! of this bad world how litle know; peace:

She gives but little; nor that little, long. A cover'd heart their character defonds; There is, I grant, a triumph of the pulse ; A cover'd heart denies.him half his praise : A dance of spirits, a mere froth of joy, With nakedness his innocence agrees;

That manues highi, that sparkles and expires, While their broad foliage testifies their fall : Leaving the soul more vapid than before; Their no joys end, where his full feast begins; An animal ovation! such as holds His joy's create, theirs murler, future bliss: No commerce with our reason, but subsists To triumph in existence, his alone;

On juices thro'the well-tun'd tubes,well-strain'd; And his alonc, triumphantly to think A nice inachine! scarce ever tun'd aright; His true existence is not yet begun:

But when it jars, the syrens sing no inore, His glorious course was, yesterday, complete; The demi-god is thrown bencath the man; Death then was welcoane, yet life still is sweet. In coward gloorn immers'd, or fell despair.


6252. False Gaiety ends in Despair. And is the ceiling of her sleeping sons : They grin; but wherefore ? and how long O'er devastation we blind revels keep; they laugh?

Whole buried towns support the dancer's heel : Half ignorance, their mirth ; and half a lie. The inoist of human fraine the sun exhales; To cheat the world, and cheat themselves, they Winds scatter, thro' the mighty void, the dry; smile.

Earth re-possesses part of what she gave, Hard either task! The most abandon’d own, And the freed spirii mounts on wings of fire ; That others, if abandon'd, are undone : Each element partakes our scatter'd spoils; Then, for themselves, the moinent reason wakes, As nature wide, our ruins spread: man's death O how laborious is their gaiety!

Inhabits all things, but the thought of man. They scarce can muster patience for the farce ; And

pump sad laughter, till the curtain falls : § 255. The Triumphs of Death.
Scarce, did I say? Some cannot sit it out; Nor man alone ; his breathing bust expires ;
Oft their own daring hands the curtain draw, His toinb is morial; empires die; Where now
And show us what their joy, by their despair. The Roman Greek? They stalk, an einpty name!

The clotted hair! gor'd brcast! blaspheming Yet few regard them in this useful light;
Its impious fury still alive in death! [eye! Tho' halfour learning is their epitaph. (thought,
Saut,shut the shocking scene. --But heav'ndenies When down thy vale, unlock'd' by midnight
A cover to such guilt; and so should man. That loves to wander in thy sunless realms,
Look round, Lorenzo! see the reeking blade; O Death! I stretch my view ; what visions rise !
Th' envenom'd phial, and the fatal ball; What triumphs! toils imperial ! arts divine !
The strangling cord, and suffocating stream;

In wither'd laurels, glide before my sight!
The loathsome rottenness and foul decays

What lengths of far-fam'd ages,

billow'd high From raging riot (slower suicides !),

With human agitation, roll along And pride in these, more execrable still !- In unsubstantial images of air ! How horrid all to thought! But horrors, these, The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Thit vouch the truth, and aid iny feeble song. Whisp'ring faint echoes of the world's applause,

With penitential aspect, as they pass, § 253. NIGHT IX. Reflections on Death.

All point at earth, and hiss at huinan pride. WHERE the prime actors of the last year's scene;

[plume? $ 256. Deluge and Conflagration.
Their port so proud, their buskin, and their But, o Lorenzo ! far the rest above,
How many sleep, who kept the world awake Of ghastly nature, and enormous size,
Withlustre, andwith noise! Has Deathproclaim'd One form assaults my sight, and chills my

blood, A truce, and hung his sated lance on high?

And shakes my frame: of one departed world Tis brandish'd still; nor shall the present year I see the mighty shadow; oozy wreath Be more tenacious of her human leaf,

And dismal sea-weed crown her; o'er her urn Or spread of feeble life a ihinder fall.

Reclin'd, she weeps her desolated realms, But necdless monuments to wake the thought; Aud bloated sons; and, weeping, prophesies Life's gayest scenes speak man's mortality,

Another's dissolution, soon, in fiames. Tho' in a style more Horid, full as plain,

Deluge and Conflagration, dreadful pow'rs! As mausoleums, pyramids, and tombs.

Prime ministers of vengeance ! chain'd in caves What are our noblest ornaments, but deaths Distinct, apart the giant-furies roar; Turn d Patterers of life, in paint, or marble, Apart; or, such their horrid


for ruin, The well-stain'd canvas, or the featur'd stone? In mutual conflict would they rise, and wage Our fathers grace, or rather aunt, the scene ; Eternal war, till one was quite devour'd : Joy peoples her pavilion from the dead. But not for this ordain'd their boundless rage; .. Protest diversions ! cannot these escape?"

When heaven's inferior instruments of wrath, Far from it; these present us with a shroud,

War, famine, pestilence, are found too weak And talk of death, like garlands o'er the grave. These are let loose, alternate : down they rush,

To scourge a world for her enormous crimes ; As some bold plunderers, for buried wealth, We ransack tombs for pastime; from the dust Swift and tempestous, from th' cternal throne, Call up the sleeping hero ; bid him tread With irresistible commission arın'd, The scene for our ainusement : how like gods The world, in vain corrected, to destroy, We sit; and, wrapt in immortality,

And ease creation of the shocking scene. Shed gen'rous tears on wretches born to die;

§ 257. The Last Day. Their fate deploring, to forget our own!

Seest thou, Lorenzo! what depends on man? 254. The World a Grave.

The fate of nature ; as, for man, her birth : What is the world itself? thy world? -- a Earth's actors change earth's transitory scenes, } grave?

And make creation groan with human guilt: Where is the dust that has not been alive? How must it groan, in a new deluge whelm'd; The spade, the plough, disturb our ancestors; But not of waters ? at the destin'd hour, Froin human mould we reap our daily bread: By the loud truinpet summond to the charge, The globe around earth's hollow surface shakes, See, all the formidable sons of fire,


Eruptions, Eruptions, earthquakes, coniets, lightnings, play What hero, like the man who stands himself, Their various engines; all at once disgorye Who dares to meet bis uaked heart alone? Their blazingia jarines; and take by storm Who hears intrepid the full charge it brings, This poor terrestrial citadel of man.

Resolu'd to silence future murmers there? Amazing period: when each montain-height The coward flies; and, flying, is undone, Out-burns Vesuvius; rocks eternal pour

Shall all, but man, look out with ardent eye, Their melted mass, its rivers once they pour'd ; For that great day, which was ordaind for mau? Surs rush; and final Ruin fiercely drives O day of consunimation! park supreme Her plonghshare o'er creation !--While aloft (If nien are wise) of human thonglit! nor least, More than astonishment! if more can be! Or in the sight of angels, or their King! Far other firmament than e'er was seen, Angels, whose radiavi circles, height o'er height, Than e'er was thought by man! far other stars! As in a theaire surround this scene Stars animate, thai govern these' of fire: Lutent on man and wrious for his fate, Far other sun! - A sun, () how unlike Angels look out for thee; for thee, their Lord, The babe at Bethlem! How unlike the man To vindicate his glory; and for thee, That groan'd on Calvary! - Yet, Ile it is; Creation universal calls alouci, That man of sorrows ! O how change! What To disini olve the moral world, and give Ingrandeur terrible, all heaven descend ! [pomp! To nature's renovation brighter charins. A swift archangel, with his Gollen wing, Shall man alone, wi:sse fate, whose final fute, As blots and clouds, that darken and disgrace Hangs on that hour, exclude it from his thought? The scene divine, sweeps stars and sms aside : I think of nothing else; I sce! I feel it! And now, a

1, alldross remod, bcav'nisown pureday, all nature, iibe an earthquake, trembling round! Full on the confines of our ethicr, fladies. I see the Judge enthron'd! the faining guard ! While (dreadful contrast?) far, how farbeneath! The volume open'd! open'd ev'ry heart ! llell bursting, belches forth her blazing seas, A sun-beam pointing out each secret thought ! And storms sulphureous: her voracions jaws No patron! intercessor none! now past Expanding wide, and roaring forher prey.(peace, The'street, the clement, mediatorial hour !

At midnight, when mankind is wrapp'd in For guilt po plea! 19 pain no pause! no bound! And worbally tancy fieds on golden dreams, Inexorable, all! and all extreme! Alan, starting from hiscouchi, shall sleep no more, Nor man alone; the foe of God and man, Above, around, beneath, amazement all! l'rom his dark den, blaspheming, drags hischain, Terror and glory jonu'd in their extremes ! And rears his brazen iront, withithunder scarrd; Our God in grandeur, and our world on fire! Like meteors in a stormy sky, bow roll All nature struggling in the pants of death! Ilis baleful eyes! he curses whom he dreads, Dost thou not hear her? dost thou not deplore and deems ii the first moment of his fall, Her strong couvulsions, and her final groan? Where are we now? Ah me! the ground is gone, "Tis present to my thought!

§ 259. Eternity and Time. On which westood! Lorenzo! while thou mayöt,

where is it? Provide more firm support, or sink for ever! Where? how? from whence? Vain hope : it is Great key of hearts! great finisher of fates !

Sav, Thou great close of human hopes and fears ! too late! Where, where, for shelter, shall ile zuiliy ily. Great end! and great beginning! say, where art When conster nation turns the good man pale ? Vor in eternity, nor tine, I find thee !

[Thou? Great day! for which all other days were made; These, as two monarchs, ou their borders meet For which earth rose from chaos; man from earth; Qonarchs of all elaps'd, or un-arriva!). And an Eternity, the date of Gols, Descended on poor,carth created man!

As in debate, how best their pow'ra allyd, Great day of dread, decision, and despair!

May swell the grandeur, or discharge the wrath,

Orhim, whom both their monarchies obey. At thought of thee, cachi sublunary wish

Time, this vast fabric for him built (and doom'd Lets go its eager grasp, and drops the worldl; And catches at cach reed of hope in heav'n.

With him to tall) now bursuing o'er his head ; Already is begun the grand assize,

His lamp, the sun, extinguish'd, calls his sons In us, in all: deputed conscience scale's

From their long slumber; from carth's hearing

woinb The dread tribunal, and forestalls our doom ; Forestalls; and by forestalling, proves it sure.

To second birtlı; upstarting from one bed; Whvon himself should man voidjudgeme: pass? Then (aus a king depos'd disdains to live)

lle urns then o'er, eterniiy! to thee : Is idle nature laughing at her sons ? Who conscience sent, her sentence will support, Liis greatest foe falls with him ; time, and he

He falls on his own scythe ; nor falls alone; And God above assert that God in man.

Who murder'd all time's offspring, death, expire. $ 259. Thoughtlessuess of the last Day. Time was! eternity now reigns alone! Turice happy they, that enter now the court

And lo! heriwice tenthousand gaiestbrown wiec, Hear'n opens in their bosoms: but, how rare: With banners, streaming as the comcıs blaze, ah me! That magnanimity; how rare !

And clarions, louder than the deep in storms,
Pour forth their anyriads, pelentates, and pow'rs,

And, yel,

Of light, of darkness : in a middle field, And fated to survive the transient sun!
Wide as creation! there to mark th' event A starry cloud thy raven-brow adorns, [loom,
Of that great drama, whose preceeding scenes An azure zone, thy waist; clouds, in heav'n's
Detain'd them close spectators, thro'a length Wrought thro' varieties of shape and shade,
Of ages, rip’ning to this grand result ; In ample folds of drapery divine, [out,
Ages, as yet unnuniber'd but by God; Thy flowing mantle form, and, heav'n through-
Who, now, pronouncing sentence, vindicates Voluminously pour thy pompous train
The rights of virtue, and his own renown. Thy gloomy grandeurs claim a grateful verse,
Eternity, the various sentence past,

And, like a sable curtain starr'd with gold,
Assigns the sever'd throng distinct abocles, Drawn o'er my labors past, shall close the scene.
Sulphureous or ambrosial: What ensues ?
The goddess, with determin'd aspect, turns

§ 263. Regularity of the leavenly Bodies.

Vor think thou seest a wild disorder here; Her adaunantine key's enormous size

Thro’ this illustrious chaos, to the sight,
Thra' destiny's inextricable wards,
Deep-driving ev'ry bolt; on both their fates ;

Arrangement neat, the chastest order, reign. Then from the crystal battlements of heav'n,

The path prescrib’d, inviolably kept, Down, down, she hurls it thro’the dark profound, u'orlds, ever thwaring, never interfere ;

Upbraids the lawless sallies of mankind : Ten thousand thousand fathom; there to rust, They rove for ever, without error rove : And ne'er uplock hrer resolution more.

Confusion unconfus'd! nor less admire The deep resounds, and hell, thro’all her glooms, This tumult untumultuous· all on wing, Returns, in groans, the melancholy roar.

In motion, all! yet what profound repose ! .6. 260. The unreasonableness of Complaint. What fervid action, yet no noise! as aw'd What then am 1?

To silence by the presence of their Lord ;
Amidst applauding worlds,

Or hushi'd, by his command, in love to man, And worlds celestial, is there found on earth,

And bid let fall soft beams on human rest, A peevish, dissonant, rebellious string,

Restless themselves. On yon cerulean plain,
Which jars in the grand chorus, and complains ? In exultation to their God and thine,
All, all is right, by Gud ordain'd, or done;

They dance, they sing eternal jubilee,
And who, but Gol, resum'd the friends he gave: Eternal celebration of his praise :
And have I been complaining, then, so long?-

But since their song arrives not at our ear,
Complaining of his favors ; pain, and death?

Their dance perplex'd exhibits to the sight
Who without pain's advice frould e'er be good : Fair hieroglyphic of his peerless power:
Who without death, but would be good in vain : Mark, how, the labyrinthian turns they take,
Pain is to save from pain ! all punishment,

The circles intricate, and mystic maze,
To make for peace ! and death to save from death! Weave the grand cypher of Omnipotence ;
And second death to guard immortal life;

To Gods, how great! how legible to man! To rouse the careless, the presumptuous awe,

$ 264. Miracles. And turn the title of souls another way; And yet Lorenzo calls for miracles, By the same tenderness divine ordain'd,

To give his tott'ring faith a solid base : That planted Eden, and high-bloom'd for man, Why call for less than is already thine? A fairer Eden, endless in the skies.

Say, which imports more plenitude of power,

Or nature's laws to fix, or to repeal ? $ 261. Grief and Joy.

To make a sun, or stop his mid-career ? Let impious grief be bavish'd, joy indulg'd, To countermand his orders, and send back Bir chietly then, when grief puts in her claim: The flaming courier to the frighted east, Joy froin the joyous, freuently betrays, Or bid the moon, as with her journey tird, Oft lives in vanity, and dies in woe:

In Ajalon's soft, flow'ry vale repose? Joy amidst ills, corroborates, exalis ;

Great things are these; still greater, to create. Tis joy and conquest; jov, and virtue too : From Adani's bow'r look down thro' the whole A noble fortitude in ills, delighis

Of miracles; - resisiless is their pou'r? (train Heu'n, earth, ourselves ; 'tia duty, glory, peace. They do not, cannot, inore amaze the mind, Afliction is the good man's shining scene; Than this, call'a un-niraculous survey. Prosperity conceals his brightest ray: Say'st thou, "The course of nature governs all?" As night to stars, woc lustre gives to man : The course of nature is the art of God : Heroes in baule, pilots in the storm,

The miracles thou call'st for, this attest; And virtue in calamities, admire.

For, say, could nature nature's course control? The crown of manhood is a winter joy; An ever-green, that stands the northern blast, $265. Nature the Foe of Scepticism, And blossoms in the rigor of our tale. Oren ihy bosom, set thy wishes widle,

And let in manhood ; let in happiness ; $ 262. Night.

Admit the boundless theatre of thought LO MAJESTIC Night!

From nothing up to God; which makes a man: Nature's great ancestor! dag's elder-born Take God from nature, nothing great is left:



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