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Man's mind is in a pit, and nothing sees : That granted, all is solved. - But, granting that,
Subsist it must, in God, or human race:
Indissoluble all? - why choose it there, What blasphemy to reason sets thee free? Where', chosen, still subsist ten thousand more! This scene is heaven's indulgent violence : Roject it'; where that chosen, all the rest Canst thou bear up against the ride of glory? Dispers’d, leave reason's whole horizon clear? What is carth bosom'd in the ambient orbis, What vast preponderance is here! Can reason But faith in God impos'd, and presud on man? With louder voice exclaim- Believe a God? God is a spirit ; spirit cannot strike
What things impossible must man think true, These gross, material, organs ; God by man On any other system and how strange As much is seen, as man a God can see, To disbelieve, ihrough mere credulity!" In these astonishing exploits of power : What order, beauty, motion, distance, size! I § 267. The Power of God infinite. Apt means! great ends! consent to general good! Can man conceive beyond what God can do? Each attribute of these material gods,
Nothing, but quite-impossible, is hard ; A separate conquest gains o'er rebel thought; lle suminons into being, with like ease, And leads in triumph the whole mind of man. A whole creation, and a single grain. (born!
Speaks he the word ? a thousand worlds are $ 266. Reasons for Belief.
A thousand worlds! there's space for millions “What am I? and from whence? --I nothing And in what space can his great fiat fail? (more; kuow,
Still secais my thought enormous ? Think But that I am ; and, since I am, conclude
again; Something eternal: had there e'er been nought, Experience self shall aid thy lame belief: Nought still had been : eternal there must be : Glasses (that revelation to the sight!) But what eternal :- Why not human race; Hare they not led us deep in the disclose And Adam's ancestors without an end ? Offine-spun nature, exquisitely small; That's hard to be conceiv'd; since every link And, thó' demonstrated, still ill-conceiv'd? Of that long-chain'd succession is so frail ; If, then, on the reverse, the mind would inonnt Can every part depend, and not the whole? In magnitude, what mind can mount too far, Yet grant it true; new ditficulties rise; (too? To keep the balance, and creation poise? Whence earth, and these bright orbs? - eternal Stupendous Architect! Thou, Thou art all! Grant matter was eternal; still these orbs My soul Alies up and down in thoughts of Thee, Would want some other father:- inuch design and finds herself but at the centre still! Is seen in all their motions, all their makes: I Am, thy name! existence all thine own! Design implies intelligence, and art :
Creation's nothing; Aatier'd much, if styl'd That can't be from themselves, or man : that art . The thin, the Heeting atmosphere of God." Dian scarce can comprehend, could man bestow ? Aud nothing greater, yet allow'd, than man.- S 268. The World sufficient for Man. CunWho, motion, foreign to the snuallest grain,
templation of the Heavens. Shot thro'vast inasses of enormous weight? Yet why drown fancy in such depths as these? Who bid brute matter's realive luup assume Return, presumptuous rover ! and confess Such various forms, and gave it wings to fly! Theboundsofman: nor blame them,as tuo sinall: Has matter innate motion? Then each atom, Enjoy we not full scope in what is seen? Asserting its indisputable right
Full ample the dominions of the sun! To dance, would form an universe of dus! : Full glorious to behold! how far, how wide, Has matter none? Then whicnce these glorious The matchless monarch from his flaming throne, forms,
[posd ? Lavish of lustre, throws his beams about him, And boundless fights, from shapeless, and re-Farther and faster, than a thought can fly, Has matter more than motion ? has it thought, And feeds his planets, with eternal fires Judgement, and genius? Is it deeply learnd Beyond this city, why strays human thougbt? In mathematics? Hlas it fraın'd such laws, One wonderful, enough for man to know ! Which, but to guess, a Newton inade inmortal? One firmament enough for man to read ! If so, how each sage atoin laughs at me, Nor is instruction, here, our only gain ; Who think a clod inferior to a man!
| There dwells a nobler pathos in the skies, If art, to form; and council, to conduct; Which warms our passions, proselytes our hearts: And that with greater far than huinan skill; How eloquently chines the glowing pole! . Resides not in each block,-a Godhead reigns. - With what authority it gives its charge, Grant then, invisible, eternal, inind;
Remonstrating great truths in style sublime.
Tho' silent, loud! heard earth around, above Without, or star, or angel, for their guide,
Divine instructor! thy first volumne, this, Love finds admission, where proud science fails.
Man's science is the culture of his heart;
| Higher degrees in bliss archangels take,
By thee inuch open'd, I confess, O Night! | 8 270. The Greatness of God inexpressille. Yet more I wish; say, gentle Night! whose beams i«i O What a root! ( what a branch is here! Give us a new creation, and present
O what a father! what a family!
"; Worlds! systems! and creations--and creations,
In one agglomerated cluster, hung, Unlocks our hemisphere, and sets to view
Great Vine! on thee: on thee the cluster hangs; Worlds without number, worlds conceald by day The filial cluster! infinitely spread Behind the proud, and envious star of noon!
...In glowing globes, with various being fraught;
Or, shall I say (tor who can say enough?) The mighty potentate, to whom belong
A constellation of ten thousand yenis, These rich' regalia, pompously display'd ?
Set in one signet, flames on the right-land O for a glimpse of him my soul adores! As the chaz d hart, amid the desart waste, [her, İThat deeply stamps, on all created mind,
Tof majesty divine; the blazing seal, Pants for the living stream ; for hinn who made
Inclelible, his sovereign attributes So pants the thirsty soul, amid the blank
Omnipotence and love: nor stop we here, Of sublunary joys: say, goddess! where? [throne?
For want of power in God, but thought in man. Where blazes his brighi court; where burns his
If greater aught, that greater all is thine,
: Dread Sire ! - Accepithis miniature of thee; Hisgrand pavilion, sacred fame reports, (round The sable curtain's drawn, if not, can none
"And pardon an attempt from mortal thought,
Inwhicharchangels might have fail’d,unblain'd," Of thy fair daughter-train, so swift of wing, Who travel far, discover where he dwells ? A star his dwelling pointed out below:
$ 271. The Misery of Sin. Say, ye, who guide ihe wilder'd in the waves,
TO Thou, ambitious of disgrace alone? On which hand must I bend iny course to find | Rank covardto the fashionable world !
| Art thou asham'd to bend thy knee to heaven? These courtiers keep the secret of their king: Not all these luminaries, quench'd at once, I wake whole nights, in vain, to steal it from Were half so sad, as one benighted mind, In ardent contemplation's rapid car,
Cthem. IVlich gropes for happiness, and mects despair.
[them. ('Y From carth, as from my barrier, I set out:
*] How, like a widow in her weeds, the vight,
: Annid hier glimmering tapers, silent sits ! I pass the moon; and, from her farther side,
How sorrowful, how desolate, she weeps Pierce heaven's bluecurtain; pauseat every planet, | Perpetual dews, and saddens nature's scene ! And ask for him, who gives their orbs to roll.
* A scene more sad sin makes the darken'd soul; From Saturn's ring, I take my bolder flight,
All comfort kills, nor leaves one spark alive. Amid those sovereign glories of the skies, Of independent, native lustre, proud,
$ 272. Reason. The souls of system!-- What behold I now? Tho' blind of heart, still open is thine eye; A wilderness of wonders burning round; Why such mignificence in all thou scest? Where larger suns inherit higher spheres; Of matter's grandeur, know, one end is this, Nor halt here ; my toil is but begun;
To tell the rational, who gazes on itTis but the threshold of the Deity;
Tho' that immensely great, still greater he, Or, far beneath it, I am grovelling still.
Whose breast, capacious, can embrace, and lodge,
Unburthen'd, nature's universal scheine ; $ 209. Man's Science the Culture of his lleart. Creation vrasp; and not exclude its sire
Can grasp creation with a single thought; Tis not the curious, but the pious path, To tell him türther --- It beloves him much That leads me to my point: Lorenzo! know, To guard the important, yet depending, fate
Of being, brighter than a thousand suns; | Haste, haste,sweetstranger! from the peasant'score One single ray of thought outshines them an. The ship-boy's hammock, or the soldier's straw,
Whence sorrow neverchas'éthee: with theebring $ 273. Man.
Not hideous visions, as of late; but draughts O Tnou most awful being! and most vain!
Delicious of well-tasted, cordial, rest; Thy will, how frail! how glorious is thy power!
p!Man's rich restorative; his baliny bath, Tho' dread eternity has sown her seeds
That supplies, lubricates, and keeps in play, Of bliss, and woe, in thy despotic breast;
The various movements of this nice machine. Tho' heaven and hell depend upon thy thought, Sleep winds us up for the succeeding dawn; A butterfly comes cross, and both are Aed. Fresh we spin on, till sickness clogs our wheels, My solemn night-born adjuration hear;
Or death quite breaks the spring, and motion Hear, and I 'll raise thy spirit from the dust.
When will it end with me!
-Thou only know'st, $ 274. Death.
Thou, whose broad eye the future and the past By silence, death's pecuvar attribute!
Joins to the present; thou, and thou alone, By darkness, guilt's inevitable doon :
All-knowing: all unknown! and yet well By darkness, and by silence, sisters dread !
Thee, tho' invisible, for ever seen! fknown! That draw the curtain round night's ebon throne,
| And seen in all the great, and the minute, And raise ideas, solemn as the scene :
Each globe above, with its gigantic race, By night, and all of awful, night presents
Each flower, each leaf, with its small people
swarmid, Tothought, or sense, by these her trembling fires,
"To the first thought, that asks, from whence? By these bright orators, that prove and praise,
| Their common source, thou fountain running And press thee to revere, the Deity:
In rivers of communicated joy!
fo'er Perhaps, too, aid thee, when rever'd a while, To reach his throne; as stages of the soul;
Who gav'st us speech forfar, far humbler themes! Thro' which, at different periods, she shall pass,
Say, by what name shall I presume to call
"Him I see burning in these countless suas, Refining gradual, for her final height;
As Moses in the bush? illustrious mind!
How shall I naine Thee?--how my laboring soul
:Heaves underneaththe thought, too big for birth! By the world's kings, and kingdoms, nost
Great system of perfections ! mighty cause
Of which the least full Godhead had proclaim'd,
Ineffable the price! by whom all worlds
Were made, and one redeein'd! illustrious light $ 275. Reflections on Sleep. | Fromlightillustrious! Thou, whose regal power, Buroh!--my spirit's fail! -- sleep's dewywand On more than adamantine basis fix'd, Plus strok'd my drooping lids to soft repose: O'er more, far more, tan diadeins and tirons.
Inviolably reigns ; beneath whose foot
$ 277.. Conclusion. And by the mandate of whose awful pod,
Then, faresrell night? vfdarkness, now no more: All regions, revolutions, fortune's, fates,
Joy breaks, shines, triumplis; 'tis eternal day! Of high, of low, of mind, and matter roll
Skall that which rises out of nought complain, Through the short channels of espiring time,
Of a few evils, pard with endless joys? Or shoreless ocean of eternity,
My soul! henceforth, in sweetest union join In absolute subjection !-and, O Thou
The two supports of human happiness, The glorious third ! distinct, not separate,
| Whicla sume, erroneous, think can never meet; Beaming from both! incorporate with cust!
True taste of life, and constant thought of death; Bv.condescension, as thy glory, great; Inshrin'd in man! of human hearts, if pure,
Thy patron, he, ndiose diadein has dropp'd Divine inliabitant! the tie divine
Yon genis of heav'n; eternity thy prize.
How must a spirit, late escape from earılı, Of heaven with distantearth!--misteriouspow'r! 11
The truth of things new-blazing in its eye, Reveald, - yet unreveal'd! darkness in light! |
look back, astonishid, on the ways of men, Nunber in unity! our joy ! our dread!
Whose life's whole drift is to forget their graves! Tri-une, unutterable, unconceir'd, Absconding yet demonstrable, great God!
And when our present privilege is past,
The same astonishment will seise us all. Greater than greatest! with soft pity's eye,
Whatchen must pain us, would preserve us now! From the bright home, from that high firmament,
Seise wisdom, ere 'tis torment to lie wise ; Where thou, from all eternity, hast dwelt;
That is, seise wisdom, ere she seises thee: Beyond archangels unassisted ken;
For, what is hell? full kuowledge of the truth,' Thro' radiant ranks of essences unknown;
When truth, resisted long, is sworn our foe; Thro' hierarchies from hierarchies detachd,
|And calls eternity to do her right. Round various banners of omnipotence,
Thus, darkness airing intellectual light. With endless change of rapturous duties fir'd;
And sacred silence whispering truths divine, Thro' wond'rous béings interposing swarms;
| And truths divine converting pain to peace, All clustring at the call, to dwell in thee;
My song the midvight raven has outwingid, Thro' this wide waste of worlds - look down
And shot, ainbitious of unbounded scenes, down — down,
Beyond the flaming limits of the world, On a poor breathing particle in dust,
Her gloomy flight. But what avails the flight Or, lower, an immortal in his crimes :
Of fancy, when our hearts remain below: His crimes forgive! forgive his virtues too!
| Virtue abounds in flatterers and foes; Those smaller faults; half-converts to the righi. Laran.
e right. Lorenzo! rise, at this auspicious hour; Nor let me close these eyes, which never more l'hauri
inhour, when heaven's most intimate with man; May see the sun (tho’night's descending scale
\Vhen, like a falling star, the ray divine Now weighs up morn) unpity'd and unblest!
Glides swift into the bosom of the just; In thy displeasure dwells eternal pain;
And just are all, determin'd to reclaim; And, since all pain is terrible to man,
Which sets that title high within thy reach, Gently, ah, gently, lay me in my bed,
Awake, then, thy Philander calls, awake, My clay-cold bed? by nature, now, so near!
Thou, who shalt wake, when the creation sleeps: And when (the shelter of thy wing implord)
When, like a taper, all these suns expire: My senses, sooth'd, shall sink in soft repose;
When time, like him of Gaza, in his wrath O sink this truth still deeper in my soul,
Plucking the pillars that support the world, Man's sickly soul, ibo' turi'd, and tossied for ever, limous
er, In nature's ample rains lies entomb'd; From side to side, can rest on nought but thee, Land midnight, universal midnight! reigns. Here, in full trust; hereafier, in full joy. Thou God and mortal! thence more God to man!
$ 278. Solitude. Young. Thou canst not 'scape uninjur'd from our praise, Uninjur'd from our praise can he escape,
JO sacred solitude! divine retreat ! Who, discibosom'd from the Father, bow's
Choice of the Prudent! envy of the Great! The heaven of heavens, to kiss the distant earth! By thy pure stream, or in thy waving shade, Breathes out in agonies a sinless soul !
We court fair wisdom, that celestial maid : Against the cross. death's iron scutre breaks! The genuine offspring of her lov'd embrace Throws wide the gates celestial to his foes!
(Strangers on earth) are innocence and peace: Their gratitude, for such a boundless debt,
There, from the ways of men laid safe ashore, Depates their suffering brothers to receive!
| We smile to brear the distant tempest roar; Injoins it as our duty, to rejoice!.
There, blest with health, with bus'ness unserAnd (tw close all) oinnipotently kind,
This life we relish, and ensure the next. [plex'd, Takes his delights among the sons of men.
There too the Muses sport; these numbers free, What words are these? - And did they coine
Pierian Eastbury! I owe to thee. froin hear'n? And were they spoke to man? to quilty man? | $ 279. The Day of Judgement. Young. What are all mysteries to love like this?
Lo! the wide theatre, whose ample space Rich prelibation of consummate joy!
Musi entertain the whole of human race,
At Heaven's all-powerful edict is prepard, ll see on an empereal flying throne
Virtue, dominion,'praise, omnipotence, Nimrod and Bourbon mingle in the throng; Support the train of their triumphaut Prince. Adam salutes his youngest son; no sign
A zone, beyond the thought of angels bright, Of all those ages which their births disjoin. Around him, like the zodiac, winds its light.
How empty learning, and how vain is art, Night shades the solemn arches of his brows, But as it mends the life, and guides the heart! And in his check the purple morning glows. What volumes have been swell’d, what time been Where'er serene he turns propitious eyes,
To fix a hero's birth-day, or descent? [spent, Or we expect, or find, a paradise:
On one, the sword of justice, fiercely bright. Alas! a nearer care your soul demands : Now bend the knoe in sport, present the reed; Cæsar unnoted in your presence stands.
Now tell the scourg'd Impostor he shall bleed! How vast the concourse! not in number more Thus glorious, thro' the courts of heaven, the The waves that break on the resonnding shore, Of life and death eternal bends his course; (source The leaves that tremble in the shady grore, Loud thunders round him roll, and lightningsplay, The lamps that gild the spangled vaults above; Th' angelic host is rang'd in bright array; Those overwhelming arnies, whose command Some touch the string, some strike the sounding Said to one enipire, fall; another, stand; And mingling voices in rich concert swell;[shell; Whose rear lay wrapt in night, while breaking Voices seraphic! blest with such a strain, dawn.
Could Satan hear, he were a god again. Rous'd the broad front, and call'd the battle on; Triumphant King of Glory! Soal of bliss! Great Xerxes' world in arms,proudCanna's field, What a stupendous turn of fate is this! Where Carthage taught victorious Rome to yield, O! whither art thou rais'd above the scorn (Another blow had broke the Fates decree, And indigence of him in Bethlem born; And carth had wanted her fourth monarchy.) A needless, helpless, upaccounted guest, Immortal Blenheim, fam'd Ramillia's host, And but a second to the foddler'd beast! They all are here, and here they all are lost : How chang'd fromhim, who meeklyprostratelaid, Their millions swell to be discern'd in vain, Vouchsaf 'd to wash the feet himself had made ! Lost as a billow in th' unbounded main. From him who was betray'd, forsook, deniel,
This echoing voice now rends the yielding air: Wept, langnislı'd, pray'd, bled, thirsted, groan'd, «Forjudgement,judgement,sonsosmen, prepare!" . and died ; Earth shakes anew; I hear her groans profound, Hung, pierc'd and bare, insulied by the foe; And hell thro'all her trembling realms resound. Allheaven in tears above, earthunconcern’dbelow!
Whoe'er thou art, thou greatest pow'r of earth. And was 't enough to bid the Sun retire? Blest with most equal planets at thy birth, | Why did not Nature at thy groan expirc? Whose valor drew the most successful sword, I see, I hear, I feel, the pangs divine; Most realms united in one comunen lord ; The world is yanish'd- I am wholly thine. Who on the day of triumph, said'st, Be thine | Mistaken Caiaphas ! ah! which blaspheind, The skies, Jehovah, all this world is mine; Thou or thy prisner; which shall be condemn'd? Dare not to lift thine eye — Alas, my Muse! Well might'st thou rend thy garments, well ex. Howartthoulost! whatnumbers canst thouchoose: Deep are the horrors of eternal flame! [claim;
A sudden blush inflames the waving sky, But God is good! 'tis wond'rous all! ev'n He And now the crimson curtains open fly; Thou gav'st to death,shame, torture,died for thee, Lo! far within, and far above all height,
Now the descending triumph stops its flight Whereheaven's greatSoy'reign reignsin worlds of From earth full twice a planetary heighi. light.
There all the clouds condens'd two columns raise Whence nature He informs, and with one ray Distinct with orient yeins and golden blaze: Shot from his eye, does all her works survey, One fix'd on earth, and one in seą ; and round Creates,supports,confounds! wheretimeandplace, Its ample foot the swelling billow's sound.., Matter, and form, and fortune, life, and grace, | These an immeasurable arch support. , Wait huinbly at the footstool of their God, The grand tribunal of this awful court. And more obedient at his awful nod;
Sheels of bright azure from the purest sky, Whence he beholds us yagrant emmets crawl Stream from the crystal arch, and round the cos At randoin on this air-suspended ball
lumns fly. (Speck of creation !): if he pour one breath, Death, wrapt in chains, low at the basis lies, The hubble breake, and 'tis eternal death. And on the point of his own arșow dies.
Thence issuing I behold (but mortal sight Here high entbron'd th'eternal Judge is placd Sustains not such a rushing sea of light! With all the grandeur of his Godhead gracd;