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Man's mind is in a pit, and nothing sees : That granted, all is solved. -- But, granting thas,
Ilail, human liberty! There is no God. Sparkling conviction on the darkest mind, Yet why? on either scheme the knot subsists : As in a golden net of providence,
Subsist it must, in God, or human race: How art thou caught ! sure captive of belief! lf in the last, how many knots beside, From this thy blest captivity, what art, Indissoluble all? - why choose it there, What blasphemy to reason sets thee frco? Where, chosen, still subsist ten thousand more? This scene is heaven's indulgent violence : Reject 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 bosóm'd in the ambient orlas, What vast preponderance is here! Can reason But faith in God impos’d, and pressid 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 pouver : What order, beauty, motion, distance, size!
§ 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 summons 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. Athousand worlds ? there's space for millions " What am I? and froin whence? - I nothing And in what space can his great fiat fail? (more; kuow,
Still seenis 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 ? Of fine-spun nature, exquisitely small; That's hard to be conceiv'd; since every link And, tho' demonstrated, still ill-conceiv'd? Of that long-chaiu'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 graní ít true; new difficulties 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 flies up and down in thonghts of Thee, Would want some other father: -- nuch design and finds herself but at the centre still ! Is seen in all their motions, all their makes : | Am, thy name ! existence all thine own! Design implies intelligence, and art :
Creation's nothing; Aatter'd much, if styl'd That can't be from themselves, or man: that art The thin, the Heeting atmosphere of God." Man scarce can comprchend, could man bestow ? And nothing greater, yet allow'd, than man.-- 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? M'ho bid brute matter's realive luinp assume Return, presumptuous rover ! and confess Such various forms, and gave it wings to fly? Theboundsofman: norblame them,as tuo sinal!: Has matter innate motion? Then each aton, 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 dust : Full glorious to behold! how far, how wide, Has matter none? Then whence these glorious The matchless monarch from his faming throne, forms,
[posd ? Lavish of lustre, throws his beams about him, And boundless flights, from shapeless, and re- Farther and faster, than a thouglat can fly, Hlas matter more than motion ? lias it thought, And feeds his planets, with eternal fires? Judgement, and genius? Is it deeply learn 'd Beyond this city, why strays human thougbt? In mathematics? Hlas it frain'd such laws, One wonderful, enough for man to know ! Which, but to guess, a Newton made immortal? 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 human 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, raind; 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 rolume, this, Love finds aclımission, where proud science fails.
Man's science is the culture of his heart;
Higher degrees in bliss archangels take,
By thee much open'd, I confess, O Night! $ 270. The Greatness of God inexpressille. Yet more I wish; say, gentle Night! whose beams
" ( what a root! O what a branch is here! Give us a new creation, and present
O what a father! what a family!
In one agglomerated cluster, hung,
Great Vine! on thee: on thee the cluster hangs;
In glowing globes, with various being fraught; The mighty potentate, to whom belong
A constellation of ten thousand genus, These rich regalia, pompously display'd ?
Set in one signet, flames on the right-liand O for a glimpse of him my soul adores! As the chasd hart, amid the desart waste, [her, That deeply stamps, on all created mind,
Of majesty divine; the blazing seal, Pauts for the living stream; for him who made
Indelible, his sovereign attributes So pants the thirsty soul, amid the blank Of sublunary joys: say, goddess! where?, [throne? For want of power in God, but thought in man.
Omnipotence and love: nor stop we here, Where blazes his bright court; where burns his Thon know’st; for thou art near him; by thee, Dread Sire ! -- Accepi this niiniature of thee;
If greater aught, that greater all is thine, Hisgrand pavilion, sacred fame reports, (round And pardon an attempt from nortal thought, The sable curtain's drawn, if not, can none
Inwhicharchangels might have fail'd,unbland." Of thy fair daughter-train, so swift of wing, Who travel far, discorer where he dwells ? A star his dwelling pointed out below:
$ 271. The Misery of Sin. Say, ye, who guide ihe wilder'l in the waves,
O Tuou, ambitious of disgrace alone ? On which hand must I bend iny course to find Rank cowardto the fashionable world! him?
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, [them. Which gropes for happiness, and meets despair. From earth, as from my barrier, I set out:
How, like a widow in her weeds, the night, How swift I mount; diminish'd earth recedes;
Ainid her glimmering tapers, silent sits ! I pass the moon; and, from her farther side,
Ilow sorrowful, how desolate, she weeps Pierce heaven's bluecurtain; pauseat every planet, Perpetual dews, and sarldens
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 systein!- 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 seest? Where larger suns inherit higher spheres; Of matter's grandeur, know, one end is this, Vor halt I here; my toil is but begun;
To tell the rational, who gazes on it'Tis but the threshold of the Deity;
Tho' that immensely great, still greater he, Or, fu beneath it, I am grovelling still. Whose breast, capacious, can embrace, and lodge,
Unburthend, nature's universal scheme; $ 269. Man's Science the Culture of his Heart. Creation grasp; and not exclude its sire
Can grasp creation with a single thoughi; Tis not the curious, but the pious path, To tell him farther ---- It belove; him much That leads me to my point: Lorenzo! know, to guard the important, yet depending, fute
Of being, brighter than a thonsand suns ; Haste, haste,sweetstranger! from the peasant'scott One single ray of thought outshines them all. The ship-boy's hammock, or the soldier's straw,
Whence sorrow neverchas'athee:with theebring $ 273. Man.
Not hideous visions, as of late; but draughts O Thou most awful being! and most vain!
Delicious of well-tasted, cordial, rest; Thy will, how frail! how glorious is thy power! 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, iu thy despotic breast;
The various movemenis of this nice machine. Tho' heaven and hell depend upon thy thought, Sleep winds as 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 doom :
All-knowing! --all unknown! and yet well
Thee, tho' invisible, for ever seen! (known! By darkness, and by silence, sisters dread! That draw the curtain round night's ebon throne, Each globe above, with its gigantic race,
And seen in all the great, and the minute, And raise ideas, solemn as the scene : 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?
[declare By these bright orators, that prove and praise, Their common source, thou fountain running And press thee to revere, the Deity: Perhaps, too, aid thee, when rever'd a while,
In rivers of communicated joy!
(o'er To reach his throne ; as stages of the soul;
Who gav'st us speech for far, far humblerthemes! Thro' which, at different periods, she shall pass, Him I see burning in these countless suns,
Say, by what name shall I presume to call Refining gradual, for her tinal height; And purging off some dross at every sphere:
As Moses in the bush? illustrious mind! By this dark pall thrown o'er the silent world: How shall I naine Thee?--how my laboring soul By the world's kings, and kingdoms, mosi Heaves underneath the thought too big for birth!
renown'd, From short ambition', zenith set for ever ;
$ 276 Address to the Trinity. By the long list of swift mortality,
Great system of perfections! mighty cause From Adam downward to this evening's krell, Of nature, that luxuriant growth of God, Which midnight waves in fancy's startled eye; Father of this immeasurable mass And shocks her with a hundred centuries Of matter multiform: mov'd, or at rest: Round death's black banner throng'd, in human Father of these bright millions of the night! thought :
Of which the least full Godhead had proclaim'd, By thousands, now, resigning their last breath, Father of matter's temporary lords ! And calling thee-wert thou so wise to hear : Father of spirits! nobler offspring! sparks By tombs o'er tombs arising, human earth; - of high, paternal glory; rich-endowed Ejected, to make room for — human earth; With various measures, and with various modes By pompous obsequies, that shun the day,
Or instinct, reason, intuition; beams The torch funereal, and the nodding plume, More pale, or bright from day divine, that raise Boast of our ruin! triumph of our dust! Each over other in superior light, By the damp vault that weeps o'er royal bones; Till the last ripens into lustre strong And the pale lamp, that shows the ghasily dead, Of next approach to Godhead : Father kind More ghastly thro' the thick-incumbent gloom! Of intellectual beings; beings blest By visits (if there are) from darker scenes, With powers to please thee: not of passive ply The gliding spectre! and the groaning grove ! To laws they know not; beings lodg'u in seats By groans and graves, and iniseries that groan Of well adapted joys ; in different domes For the grave's shelter : by desponding men, of this imperial palace for thy sons. Senseless to pains of deathi, from pangs of guilt: Or, oh! indulge, immortal King! indulge By guilt's last audit: by yon moon in blood, A title, less august indeed, iut more The rocking firmament, the falling stars, Endearing; ah! how sweet in human cars ! And thunder's last discharge, great nature's Father of immortality to man! By second chaos; and eiernal night -- [knell! And thou the next! yet equal! thou, by whom Be wise -- nor let Philander blame my charm; That blessing was convey'di far more! was But own vot ill-discharg'd my double debt,
bought; Love to the living ; duty to the deadl.
Ineffable the price! by whom all worlds
Were made , and one redecin'd! illustrious light $ 275. Reflections on Sleep,
From lightillustrious! Thou, whose regal power, Buroh!--my spirii's fail!-- sleep's dewywand On more than adamantine basis fix'd, ļlas strok'd my drooping lids to soft repose: O'er more, far more, than diadeins and tironas
Inviolably reigns ; beneath whose foot
§ 277.. Conclusion. And by the mandate of whose awful mod,
Then, farewell night? of darkness, now no more All regions, revolutions, fortunes, fates, Of high, of low, of mind, and matter roll
Joy breaks, shines, triumplis; 'tis eternal day! Through the short channels of espiring time, Of a few evils, pay'd with endless joys ?
Shul that which rises out of nought coinplain, Or shorcles 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, Which somi, erroneous, think can never meet; Beaming from botlı! incorporate with clust ! Bw.condescension, as thy glory, great;
Truc taste of life, and constant thought of deatli; Inshrin'd in man! of human bearts, if pure,
Thy patron, he, whose diadenn has dropp'd
Yon genis of heav'n; eternity thy prize.
How must a spirit, late escape from earth, Rerealid, - yet unreveal'd! darkness in light! Look back, astonishid, on the ways of inen, Number in unity! our joy! our dread!
Whose life's whole drift is to forget their graves! Tri-une, unutterable, unconceir'd,
And when our present privilege is past, Absconding yet demonstrable, great God!
The same astonishment will seise us all. Greater than greatest! with soft pity's eye, What then must pain us, would preserve us now! From t'y bright home, from that high firmament, Seise wisdom, ere 'tis torment to lie wise ; Where thou, froin all eternity, hast dwelt;
That is, seise wisdom, cre 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 detach'd,
And calls eternity to do her right.
Thus, darkness aiding intellectual light.
And sacred silence whispering truths divine, Thro' wondrous béings interposing swarms; And truths divine converting pain to peace, All clustring at the call, to dwell in thee; Thro this wide waste of worlds — look down-And shot, ainbitious of unbounded scenes,
My song the midnight raven has outwing'd, 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 imınortal in his crimes :
Of fancy, when our hearts remain below? His crimes forgive! forgive his virtues too!
Virtue abounds in faiterers and foes; Those smaller faults; half-converts 10 the right. Lorenzo! rise, at this auspicious hour; Nor let me close these eyes, which never more Anhour, when heaven's most intimate with man; May see the sun (tho' night's descending scale
When, like a falling star, the ray divine Now weighs up morn) unpily'd and unblest!
Glide: swift into the bosom of the just;
And just are all, determind to reclaim;
Which sets that title high within thy reach,
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 implor’d)
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, Man's sickly soul, tho' turni'd, and iossid forever, In nature's ample ruins lies entomb’d;
Plucking the pillars that support the world, From side to side, can rest on nought but thee, And midnight, universal midnight! reigns. Here, in full trust; hereafter, 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,
O SACRED solitude! divine retreat! Who, disembosom'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 ihe cross, death's iron sceptre 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,
We smile to hear the distant tempest roar ; Depates their suffering brothers to receive ! Injoins it as our duty, to rejoice!
Therc, blest with health, with bus'ness unserAnd (to close all) onnipotently 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 come
Pierian Eastbury! I owe to thee. from hear'n? And were they spoke to man? to guilty man?' $ 279. The Day of Judgement. Young. What are all inysteries to love like this?
Lo! the wide theatre, whose ample space Rich prelibation of consummate joy!
Must entertain the whole of human race,
At Heaven's all-powerful edict is prepard, I see on an empereal flying throne
How empty learning, and how vain is art, Night shades the solemn arches of his brows,
On one, the sword of justice, fiercely bright, Alas! a nearer care your soul demands : Now bend the knee in sport, present the reed Cæsar un noted in your presence stands. Now tell the scourg'd Impestor 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 grove, 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 empire, 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
Coull Saian hear, he were a god again.
This echoing voice now rends the yielding air: Wept, langnishid, pray'd, bled, thirsted, groan'd,
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 104 Nature at thy groan expire? 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 pris'ner? which shall be condemn'd? Dare not to lift thine eye - Alas, my Muse ! Well might'st thou rend thy garments, well exHowartthoulost! 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 reigns in worlds of From earth full twice a planetary height. light.
There all the clouds condens'd two columns raise Whence nature He informs, and with one ray Distinct with orient yeins and golden blaže: Shot from his eye, does all her works survey, One fix'd on carth, and one in sea ; and round Creates,supports,confounds! wheretimeandplace, Its ample foot the swelling billows sound. Matter, and form, and fortune, life, and grace, These an immeasurable arch support. Wait humbly 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 arclı, and round the coAt randon on this air-suspended ball
lumns tly. (Speck of creation !); if he pour one breath, Death, wrapt in chains, low at the basis lies, The bubble breake, and 'tis eternal death. And on the point of his own arșow dies.
Thence issuing I behold (but mortal sight Here inigh enthron'd th'eternal Judge is plac d Sustains not such a rusling sea of light! With all the grandeur of his Godhead grac'd ;