Rank poison, first fermenting to mere froth, To beings of sublime, immortal make, How shocking is all joy whose end is sure! Such joy more shocking still, the more it charms! (Thou, to whose palate glory is so sweet) O thou most awful being! and most vain! Is this the picture of a rational? This horrid image, shall it be more just? 2070 2075 2080 2085 A magic, at this planetary hour, When Slumber locks the general lip, and dreams, Through senseless mazes, hunts souls uninspired. Attend the sacred mysteries begin My solemn night-born adjuration hear: 2090 Hear, and I'll raise thy spirit from the dust, While the stars gaze on this enchantment new; By Darkness, Guilt's inevitable doom; 'By Silence, Death's peculiar attribute ; 2095 By Darkness and by Silence, sisters dread! That draw the curtain round Night's ebon throne, By Night, and all of awful Night presents To thought or sense (of awful much, to both 2100 The goddess brings!) By these her trembling fires, 2105 By these bright orators that prove and praise, 2110 And purging off some dross at every sphere! 2115 Round Death's black banner throng'd in human thought 2125 By the damp vault that weeps o'er royal bones, 23 2135 By Guilt's last audit! By yon moon in blood, The rocking firmament, the falling stars, And thunder's last discharge, great Nature's knell! 2140 Be wise- nor let Philander blame my charm; But own not ill discharged my doubie debt, Love to the living, duty to the dead. For know I'm but executor: he left This moral legacy; I make it o'er By his command: Philander hear in me, 2145 And Heaven in both.-If deaf to these, oh! hear 2150 And make him curse the being which thou gavest? Is this the blessing of so fond a father? If careless of Lorenzo, spare, oh! spare Florello's father, and Philander's friend! Florello's father ruin'd, rains him; 2156 And from Philander's friend the world expects 2160 A conduct no dishonour to the dead. Let passion do what nobler motive should; Let love and emulation rise in aid To reason, and persuade thee to be-bless'd. 2165 Yet (such the infatuation of mankind!) Tis the most hopeless man can make to man. Shall I then rise in argument and warmth? And urge Philander's posthumous advice, From topics yet unbroach'd ? 2170 But, oh! I faint my spirits fail! nor strange! So long on wing, and in no middle clime! To which my great Creator's glory call'd; And calls-but, now, in vain. Sleep's dewy wand 217 Has stroked my drooping lids, and promises Delicious of well tasted cordial rest, 2185 Man's rich restorative; his balmy bath, -Thou only know'st, Thou, whose broad eye the future and the past 2194 To mortal thought! Thou know'st, and Thou alone, And seen in all the great and the minute. 2200 Each flower, each leaf, with its small people swarm'd, 2205 Who gavest us speech for far, far humbler themes! 2210 How shall I name Thee ?-How my labouring soul Of endless series; where the golden chain's Father of all that is or shall arise! 2220 Of matter multiform, or dense or rare, 2225 Minute or passing bound! in each extreme Of like amaze and mystery to man. Father of these bright millions of the night! Of which the least, full Godhead had proclaim'd, And thrown the gazer on his knee-Or, say, 2230 Is appellation higher still thy choice? Father of matter's temporary lords! Father of spirits! nobler offspring! sparks Of high paternal glory, rich endow'd With various measures, and with various modes 2235 Of instinct, reason, intuition; beams More pale or bright from day divine, to break The dark of matter organized (the ware Of all created spirit) beams that rise Each over other in superior light, 2240 Till the last ripens into lustre strong, Of next approach to Godhead. Father fond (Far fonder than ere bore that name on earth) Of intellectual beings! beings bless'd With powers to please thee, not of passivo ply 2245 To laws they know not; beings lodged in seats Of well adapted joys, in different domes Of this imperial paiace for thy sons; Of this proud, populous, well policied, |