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Falsejovs, indeeil, are born from want of thought;, They stand collecting ev'ry bean of thought,
From thoughts full bent, and energy, the true; Till their hearts kindle with divine delight; "
And that demands a inind in equal poise, For all their thoughts like angels seen of old
Remote from gloomy grief, and glaring joy.

Iu Israel'sdreas, come froin and go to heav'n : Much joy not only speaks small bappiness,

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, stand?
And in a tempest can reflection live?

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

Joy's a fix'd state; a tenor, not a start; Or talk with threat'ning death, and notturn pale? | Bliss there is none, but unprecarious bliss : In such a world, and such a nature, these That is the gem; sell all, and purchase that. Are needful fundamentals of relight:

Reason perpetuates joy that reason gives, These fundamentals giie delight indeed; | And makes it as iinmortal as herself: Delight, pure, delicate, and durable ;

To mortals, nonght immortal, but their worth. Delicht, unshaken, inasculine, divine ; i constant, and a sound, but serious joy.

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

In this is seen injagination's guilt ; [thee, It is: vet far my doctrine from severe :

But who can count her follies : She betrays “ Rejoice for ever;" it becomes a man; | To think in grandeur tkere is something greai. Exalts, and sets him nearer to the gols ; For works of curious art, and antient fame, " Rejoice for ever." Nature cries, “ Rejoice;" | Thy genius hungers, elegantly paind; And drinks to man, in her neewareous cup, And foreign climes must cater for thy taste. Alix'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, cternal praise : Detain'd thy dinner on the Latian shore;

And your magnificence is starv'il 10 death.
III firmly to support, good fully taste,

Hence, just resentment, indignation, ire!
Is the whole science of fclicity.
Yet sparing pledge; her bowl is not the best 6 248. Pleasure consists in Goodness.
Mankind can boast : A rational repast;

PLEASURE, we both agree, is man's chief guod; Exertion, vigilance, a mind in arms,

Our only contest, what deserres the name: [pass'd A military discipline of thought,

Give pleasure's name to nought, but what has To foil temptation in the doubtful field; An ever-waking ardor for the right,

Th'authentic seal of reason, which defies

| The tooth of time; when past a pleasure still; "Tis these first give, then guard a cheerful heart.

Dearer on trial, lovelier for its age, Nought that is righi, think little; well aware,

| And doubly to be priz'l, as it promotes What reason bids, God bids: bv his command,

Our future, wbile it forms our present joy. . How agutandis'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 wav, and gild the To thee insipid all, but what is mad;

Some joys endear eternity: some give [tomb: Joys seasond high, and tasting strong of guilt.

Abhoird annihilation dreadful charms.

Are rival joys contending fur thy choice? $.245. Earthly Ilappiness.

Consult thy whole existence, and be safe; COXSISTENT wisdom ever wills the same; That oracle will put all doubt to flight: Thy fickle wist is ever on the wing.

Be good, and let heav'n answer for the rest. Sick of herself is folly's chiaracter;

Yet, with a sigh o'er all mankind, I grant, 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; Nor, 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 ow!, The first sure symptom of a mind in health, Patience and resignation are the pillars Is rest of heart, and pleasure felt at home. .. JOf human peace on carth: 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 sinile in pain, The true is fix'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 love o'erfluwing makes an angel herc; Beneath the th' horizon, cheers us in this world; Snch 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 day. . Tho'nature shakes, how soft tolcan on heav'n!! Now see the man immortal; him, I mean, 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.

8950. The Fall of the Good Man. The world's dark sha-les, in contrast set, shall raise

But nothing charins, 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 hin seated on a mount serene,

By pleasure unsubdu'd, unbroke by pain, Above the fogs of sense, and passon's storm; The shares in that omnipotence he trusts : All the black cares and tumults of this life,

All-bearing, all-attempting, till he falls, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet,

feel, And, when he falls, writes TICI on his shield;
Earth's genuine sons, the sceptred and the slave, From magnanimity, all fear above:
A mingled mob! a wand'ring herd! he sees
Bewilder’d in the vale; in all unlike!

From nobler recompence, above applause
His full reverse in all; what higher praise ?
What stronger deinonstration of the right?
The present all their care; the future, his:

$ 251. Mit 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 : l'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 100; they think the talent rare.
Alike througlont is luis consistent peace, Wisdom is rare, Lorenzo! wit abounds;
All of one color, and an even thread;

Passion can give it; sometimes 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 oficn hits it; and, to pique thee inore,

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

But wisdom, awful wiselonı! which inspects, What makes them only smile, makes him adore; Discerns, compares, weighs, 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 rain; They things terrestrial worship, as divine ; Or, if there found, 'tis sacred to the few. His hopes inimortal blow them by, as dust, While a loud prostitute to multitudes, That dins luis sight, and shortens his survey, Frequent as faial, wit. In civil life, Which longs, in infinite, to lose all bound: Wit makes an enterpriser; sense, a man : Titles and honors (if they prove his fate) Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume; He lays aside to find bis dignity:

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

When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam; He nothing thinks go great in man, as man; Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still: Too dear he holds his interest, to neglect; Wit, widow'd of good sense, is worse thao Another's welfare, or bis right invade; . It hoists more sail to run against a rock. (nouglit; Their int'rest, like a lion's, lives on prey: How ruinons the rock I warn thee ghun, They kindle at the shadow of a wrong; Wherc syrens sit, to sing thee to thy fate! Wrongire sustains with temper, Inoks on heav'n, Let not ihe comings 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 little know; peace :

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

That maniles higli, 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 Hisjors create, theirs murier, 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 alone, triumphantly to think

A nice inachine! scarce erer tun'd aright; His true existence is not let begun:

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

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$ 252. 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 frame the sun exhales;


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 theindelves, 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 : | 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 tomb is mortal; empires die; Where now And show us what their joy, by their despair. The Roman? Greek? They stalk, an empty name!

The clotted hair! gor'd brcast! blasphemning Yet few regard them in this useful light; Its impious fury still alive in death! seve! 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 ; 10 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-fai'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, That vouch the truth, and aid my 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;


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, and with noise? Has Deathproclaim'd One forin 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 chinner fall.

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

| Another's dissolution, soon, in flames. 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; Tarn d Aatterers of life, in paint, or marble, Apart; or, such their horrid rage for ruin, The well-stain'd canvas, or the featurd stone?

In mutual conflict would they rise, and wage Oar fathers grace, or rather haunt, the scene ;

Eternal war, till one was quite devour'd: Joy peoples her pavilion froin the dead.

But not for this ordain'd their boundless rage; " Profest diversions ! cannot these escape?"

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

War, faminc, pestilence, are found too weak And talk of death, like zarlands o'er the grave. To scourge a world for her enormous crimes; As some bold plunderers, for buried wealth,

These are let loose, alternate: down they rush, We ransack tombs for pastime; from the dust

Swift and rempestous, from th' eternal throne, Call up the sleeping hero ; bid him tread

With irresistible commission arın'd, The scene for our amusement : how like gods

The world, in vain correc:ed, 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 ? - Earth's actors change carth's transitory scenes, } grave?

And make creatiou 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, Sée, all the formidable sons of fire, .

Eruptions, earthquakes, comets, lightnings, play, What hero, like the man who stands himself, Their various engines; all at once disgorie Who dares to meet his naked heart alone? Their blazing asarines; and take by storm Who hears intrepid the full charge it brings, This poor terrestrial citadel of man.

Resolu'd to silence tuture murmets diere: Amazing period: when each mountain-height The coward flies; and, flying, is undone, Out-burns Vesuvius; rorks eternal pour l Shall all, but man, look out with arden: cye, Their melted mass, is rivers once they pour'd; For that great day, which was ordain'd for mau? Stars rush; and fiual Ruin fiercely drives JO day of consunimation! mark supreme Her ploughshare o'er creation !- while aloft (if meu are wise) of human thonght! 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 radiant circles, height o'er height, Than e'er was thought by man! far other stars! As in a theaire surround this scene Stars animate, that govern these offire: Intent on man and anxious for his fate, Far other suun! - Asun, () 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; lCreation universal calls aloue, That man of sorrows! ( how clangil! What To disinvolve the moral world, and give Ingrandeur terrible, all heaven descend! [pomp! To nature's renovation brighter charins. A swifi archangel, with his Gilileu wing, Shall man alone, whose 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 suus aside: I think of nothing else; I sce! I feel it! And now, all drossremoval, beavusown pure day, all nature, iike an earıhquake, trembling round! Full on the conéines of our ethicr, flavies. I see the Judge enthron'd! the faining guard ! While (dreadfui contrast?) far, bow farbeneath! The volume open'd! open'd ev'ry heart ! llell bursting, belches forth her blazing seas, A su-beam pointing out each secret ihought! And storms sulphureous: her voracious jaw's No pairon! intercessor none! now past Expanding wide, and roaring forher prey [peace, The'street, the clement, mediatorial hour!

At midnight, when mankind is wrapid in For guilt po plea! 10 pain no pause! no bound! And worbally tancy fieds on golden dreams, Inexorabie, all! and all extreme! Alan, starting from his couch, shallsleep no inore, Nor man alone; the foe of God and man, Above, around, beneath, amazement all! From his dark den, blasphening, drags hischain, Terror and glory joiu'd in their extremes ! Land rcars his brazen iront, withthunder scard; Our God in grandeur, and our world on fire! Like metcors in a stormy sky, how roll All nature struggling in the panys of death! His baleful eyes! he curses whom he dreads, Dost thou not hear her? dost thou not deplore and deems it the first moment of his fall, Her strong couvulsions, and her final groan? Where are we now? Ab me! the ground is gone,

$ 259. Eternity and Time. On which we stood! Lorenzo! while thou mayot,

'Tis present to my thought! - And, yet, Provide more firm support, or siuk for ever!

where is it?

1. Where? how? from whence? Vain hope ! it is

J Sav, Thou great close of human hopes and fears !

Great key of hearts! great finisher of fates! too late! Where, where, for shelter, shall ihe zuilly fly, I

Great end! and great beginning! say, where art When consternation turns the good man pale?

Art thou in time, or in eternity? (Thou? Great day! for which all otherdays were made ; l.

Vor in eternity, nor tine, I find thee! For which earth rose from chaos; man fromearth;

These, as two monarchs, ou their borders meet

|(Monarchis of all claps'd, or un-arriv'd!) And an Eternity, the date of Gools, Descended on poor-earth created man!

As in debate, how best their pow'rs ally'd, Great day of dread, decision, and despair!

Mayswell the grandeur, or discharge the wrath,

Or him, 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 world, And catches at each 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 scales

| From their long slumler; from carth's heaving The dread tribunal, and forestalls our doom ;

wornb Forestalls ; and by forestalling, proves it sure. lite urne chew

To second birtlı; uppstarting from one bed; Whvon himself should man voidjudgeme:it pass! Then (as a king depos'd disdains to live)

lle uims them o'er, eterniiy! to thee : Is idle nature laughing at her sons ? Who conscience sent, her sentence will support, li

lle falls on his own scythe ; nor falls alone ;

His greatest foe falls with bim; time, and he And God above assert that God in man.

Who murder'd all time's offspring, death, expire. § 258. Thoughtlessness of the last Day.

| Time was! eternity now reigns alone! THRice happy they, that enter now the court

| Andlo! hertwice tenthousand gates thrown wiec, Heay'n opens in their bosoms: bui, how rare?

With banners, streaming as the comets blaze, Ah me! that magnanimitys how rare !.

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

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, [loon,
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,

sout, Ages, as yet unnuniber'd but by God; | Thy flowing mantle form, and, heav'n through. Who, now, pronouncing sentence, vindicates I Voluminously pour thy pompous train The rights of virtue, and his own renown. Thy gloomy zrandeurs 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 ?

$ 263. Regularity of the Ileavenly Bodies. The goddess, with determin'd aspect, turns

Nor think thiou seest a wild disorder here; Her a daunantine key's enormous size

Thro' this illustrious chaos, to the sight, Thra' destiny's inextricable wards,

Arrangement neat, the chastest order, reign. Deep-driving ev'ry bolt ; on both their fates;

The path prescrib’d, inviolably kept,
Then from the crystal battlements of heav'ni,
Down, down, she hurls it thro’the dark profound,

Upbraids the lawless sallies of mankind :

Worlds, ever thwarting, never interfere; 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,

As, This tumult untumultuous: all on wing, Returns, in groans, the melancholy roar.

In motion, all! yet what profound repose ! $260. The unreasonableness of Complaint.

What fervid action, yet no noise! as aw'd What then am I?

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

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

| And bid let fall soft beams on hurnan 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 righi, by Gud ordain'd. or doue: They dance, they sing eternal jubilee, And who, but Goci, 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 would e'er be good :

dil Fair hieroglyphic of his peerless power : Who without leath, 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! ,

death Weave the grand cypher of Omnipotence ; And second death to guard immortal life;

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

S 264. Miracles. And tum 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 biyb-bloom'd for man, Why call for less than is already thinc? A fairer Eden, endless in the skics.

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 But chietly then, when grief puts in her claun: The flaining courier to the frighted east, Joy iroin the jovous, frinuendy betrays, Or bid the moon, as with her journey tir'd, Oft lives in vanity, and dies in woe:

In jalon's soft, flow'ry vale repose? Joy amidst ills, corroboratez, 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 pow'r? strain Heav'n, earth, ourselves; 'tis duty, glory, peace. They do not, cannot, inore amaze the mind, Affliction is the good man's shining scene; | Than this, call'd un-niraculous survey. Prosperity conceals his brightest ray:

Sav'st thou, The course of nature governs all ?" As night to stars, woe 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 fate.

Oren thy bosom, set thy wishes wide,

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

Admit the boundless theatre of thought O MAJESTIC Night!

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



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