All cloud, all shadow, blown remote; and leave 100 Which lifts us on the seraph's flaming wing, Of inward anguish, and of outward ill, From darkness and from dust, to such a scene! 105 Love's element! true joy's illustrious home! Bless'd absolution of our blackest hour! Lorenzo! these are thoughts that make man man, The wise illumine, aggrandize the great. 111 How great, (while yet we tread the kindred clod, The clod we tread, soon trodden by our sons) How great, in the wild whirl of Time's pursuits, 115 To stop, and pause; involved in high presage, Through the long vista of a thousand years, To stand contemplating our distant selves, Enlarged, ennobled, elevate, divine! To prophesy our own futurities! 120 To gaze in thought on what all thought transcends ' To talk, with fellow-candidates, of joys As far beyond conception as desert, Ourselves the' astonished talkers and the tale! 125 Lorenzo! swells thy bosom at the thought? Can underrate his merit. Take good heed, 130 Nor there be modest where thou shouldst be proud; That almost universal error shun. How just our pride, when we behold those heights! Not those Ambition paints in air, but those Reason points out, and ardent Virtue gains, 135 And angels emulate. Our pride how just! When mount we? when these shackles cast' when quit This cell of the creation? this small nest, Wrapp'd up in fleccy cloud and fine-spun air ? but gross and feculent To souls celestial; souls ordain'd to breathe Greatly triumphant on Time's farther shore, 140 Where Virtue reigns, enrich'd with full arrears, 145 150 As on this theme, which angels praise and share? Man's fates and favours are a theme in Heaven. What wretched repetition cloys us here' What periodic potions for the sick! Distemper'd bodies and distemper'd minds! 155 And light the' Almighty footsteps in the deep! 160 Unwind, at once, the labyrinths of Fate, And straighten its inextricable maze 1 If inextinguishable thirst in man To know; how rich, how full, our banquet there! 165 There, not the moral world alone unfolds; The world material, lately seen in shades, And in those shades by fragments only seen, And seen those fragments by the labouring eye, 170 Its amplr sphere, its universal frame, Ir full dimensions, swells to the survey, And enters, at one glance, the ravish'd sight From some superior point (where, who can tell? 175 How shall the stranger-man's illumined eye, In endless voyage without port? The least 180 Of these disseminated orbs how great! Great as they are, what numbers these surpass, Those twinkling multitudes of little life, He swallows unperceived! Stupendous these? 185 Yet what are these stupendous to the whole? As circulating globules in our veins; Exuberant Source! perhaps I wrong thee still. 190 If admiration is a source of joy, What transport hence? yet this the least in Heaven. What this to that illustrious robe He wears, Who toss'd this mass of wonders from his hand, A specimen, an earnest, of his power? 195 'Tis to that glory, whence all glory flows, As the mead's meanest floweret to the Sun, Which gave it birth. But what this Sun of Heaven' 200 By death cheap bought the' ideas of our joy; So distant from its shadow chased below. And chase we still the phantom through the fire, O'er bog, and brake, and precipice, till death? 205 Defy the dangers of the field and flood, Or, spiderlike, spin out our precious all, Our more than vitals spin (if no regard To great futurity,) in curious webs 210 (Fine network of the brain!) to catch a fly! The momentary buzz of vain renown! A name! a mortal immortality' Or (meaner still) instead of grasping air, For sordid lucre plunge we in the mire? 215 Drudge, sweat, through every shame, for every gain · Our hope in Heaven, our dignity with man, 220 Which goad through every slough our human herd, Hard-travel'd from the cradle to the grave. 225 How low the wretches stoop! how steep they climb : These demons burn mankind, but most possess Lorenzo's bosom, and turn out the skies. Is it in time to hide eternity? And why not in an atom on the shore To cover ocean? or a mote, the Sun ? Glory and wealth! have they this blinding power? 230 What if to them I prove Lorenzo blind? Would it surprise thee? be thou then surprised; Thou neither know'st: their nature learn from me. Mark well, as foreign as these subjects seem, What close connexion ties them to my theme. 235 First, what is true ambition? The pursuit As in our form distinct, preeminent : If prone in thought, our stature is our shame; 240 And man should blush, his forehead meets the skies. The visible and present are for brutes: A slender portion, and a narrow bound! These Reason, with an energy divine, O'erleaps, and claims the future and unseen 240 The vast unseen! the future fathomless ! When the great soul buoys up to this high point, 250 Then, and then only, Adam's offspring quits 255 This is ambition; this is human fire! Can parts or place (two bold pretenders) make : Dedalian enginery! If these alone 260 Assist our flight, Fame's flight is Glory's fall. Heart merit wanting, mount we ne'er so high, Our height is but the gibbet of our name. A celebrated wretch when I behold, 265 When I behold a genius bright and base, Of towering talents and terrestrial aims, Methinks I see, as thrown from her high sphere, The glorious fragments of a soul immortal, 270 With rubbish mix'd, and glittering in the dust: 275 Great ill is an achievement of great powers. Plain sense but rarely leads us far astray. Reason the means, Affections choose our end. Means have no merit, if our end amiss. 280 If wrong our hearts, our heads are right in vain. Hearts are proprietors of all applause. Right ends and means make wisdom, worldly-wise 285 Let genius, then, despair to make thee great; Nor flatter station. What is station high? |