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A gentle tear; with mattock in his hand [ance Of a span long, that never saw the sun,
On this side, and on that, men see their friends And jovial youth, of lightsome vacant heart, Drop off, like leaves in autumn; yet launch out Whose ev'ry day was made of melody, [shrer Into fantastic schemes, which three long livers Hears not the voice of mirth; the shrill-tongue In the world's hale and undegen’rate day's Meek as the turtle dove, forgets ber cbidin:. Could scarce have leisure for; fools that we are : Here are the wise, the gen'rous, and the brave Never to think of death and of ourselves The just, the good, the worthless, the profane, At the same tinic! as if to learn to die
The downriglit clown, and perfectly well-bredt Were no concern of ours. O more than sottish ! The fool, the churl, the scoundrel, and the mean For creatures of a day, in gamesome mood The supple statesman, and the patriot stern ; To frolic on eternity's dread brink,
The wrecks of nations, and the spoils of time, Unapprehensive; when for aught we know With all the lumber of six thousand years. The very first swoln surge shall sweep us in. | Poor man! how happy once in thy first statc! Think we, or think we not, time hurries on When yet but warın from thy great Maker'shand, With a resistless unremitting stream,
Hestamp'd thee with his image, and well pleas's Yet treads more soft ihan c'erdid midnight thief, Smild on his last fair work! Then all was well. That slides his hand under the iniser's pillow, Sound was the body, and the soul serene; And carries off his prize. What is this workl? Like two swect instruments ne'er out of tune, What but a spacious burial-field unwallid, That play their sereral parts Norhead, norheart, Strew'd with death's spoils, the spoils of animals, Offer'l to ache; nor was their cause they should, Savare and taine, and full of dead men's bones? | For all was pure within : no fell remorse, The very turf on which we tread once liv'd; Nor anxious castings up of what may be, And we'lhat live must lend our carcases Ilarm'd his peaceful losom: suminer seas To cover our own offspring : in their turns Shew not inore sinoath whien kiss'd! by southern They 100 must cover theirs. 'Tis here all mect! Just ready to cxpire. Scarceimporiund, winds, The shiv'ring Icelander, and sun-burnt Moor; The gen'rous soil with a luxuriant hand Men of all climes, that never met before; Offer'd the various produce of the year, Andofallcreeds, thcJew,theTurli, the Christian. And er'ry thing most perfect in its kind. Here the prou princc, and favourite fet prouder, Blessed, ihrice blessed days! but ah, how short! His sov'reign's keeper, and the people's scourge, Bless'd as the pleasing dreims of holy men, Are huddled out of sight. Here lie abashid But fugitive, like those, and quickly gone. The great negotiators of the earth,
O slippery state of things! What sudden turns, And celebrated masters of the balance,
What strange vicissitudes, in the first leaf
16 paradise! scarce had the happy tenant
Sick of his bliss, and bent on new adventures, And thousands that each hour thou gobblest up,
TrAs if Diseases, Massacres, and Poison,
And with high interest too! they are not thine; Grew loud and mutinous, nor would be gone; But only in thy keeping for a season, Lording it o'er the man, who now too late Till the great pronis'd day of restitution; Sur the rash error which he could not mend; When louri diffusire sound from brazen trump An error fatal not to him alone,
Ofstrong-lung'd cherub shall alarm thy captives, But to liis future sous, his fortune's heirs. And rouse the long, long sleepers into life, Ioglorious bondage! human nature groans Day-light, and liberty. Beneath a vassalage so vile and crucl,
Then must thy gates fly open, and reveal
What havock hastthoumade, souliponster, Sin! In their dark cells jinmur'd; but now full ripe,
(Th’ Illustrious Deliverer of mankind,
| Athwart the severing clouds: but the faint eye, Entire mankind, and for their sakes defacing Flung backward in the chace,soon drops its hold, A whole creation's beauty with rude hands; Disabled quile, and jaded with pursuing. Blasting the fruitful grain, the loaded branches, Heaven's portals wide expand to let himn in; And marking all along its way with ruin. Nor are his friends shut out: as some great prince Accursed thing! ( where shall tancy find Not for himself alone procures admission, A proper name to call thee by, expressive But for his train; it was his royal will, Of all thy horrors ? pregnant womb of ills! That where he is, there should his followers bet Of temper so transcendantly malign,
Death only lies between! a gloomy path!
But hold! I've gone too far; too'niuch discover'd So have I 'seen, ipon a summer's even,
Our bane turn'd to a blessing! Death disarm'd | The only point where human bliss stands still,
Without satiety, tho' e'er so bless'd,
Less pleasing far than Virtue's very tears : Yet like the sun seems larger at his setting! Good froin each object, from each place acHigh in his faith and hopes, look! how he reaches For ever exercis'd, yet never tird; [quir'd, After the prize in view! and, like a bird Never clated while one man 's oppressid; That's hamper'd, struggles hard to get away! Never dejected while another 's bless'd; Whilst the glad gates of sight are wide expanded And where no waits, no wishes can remain, To let new glories in, the first fair fruits Since but to wish more Virtue is to gain. Of the fast-coming harvest! Then! O thon! See! the sole bliss Heav'n could on all bestow, Each earth-born joy grows vile, or disappears, Which who but feels can taste; but thinks, can Shrunk to a thing of nought. O how he longs know: To have his passport signed, and be disiniss'd! Yet poor with fortune, and with learning blind, "Tis done, and now he's happy! The glad soul The bad inust mniss; the good, untaught, will find; Has not a wish uncrown'd. Ev’n the lag fiesh Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, Rests too in hope of meeting once again But looks thro’ Nature up to Nature's God; Its better half, never to sunder more.
Pursues that chain which links th' immense Nor shall it hope in vain: the time draws on
design, When not a single spot of burial earth, Joins heav'n and carth, and mortal and divine; Whether on land, or in the spacious sea, Sees, that no being any bliss can know, But must give back its long committed dust But touches some above, and some below; Inviolate : and faithfully shall these
Learns from this union of the rising whole, Make up the full account; not the least atom The first, lagt purpose of the human soul; Embezzled, or mislaid, of the whole tale. And knows where Faith, Law, Moralo, all began, Each soul shall have a body readly-furnished; .All end in Love of God, and Love of Man. And each shall have hisown. Hence, yeprophane!! For him alone, Hope leads from goal to goat, Ask not, how this can be? Sure the samne pow'r And opens still, and opens on his soul; That rear'd the piece at first, and took it down, Till lengthen'd on to Faith, and unconfin'd, Can re-assemble the loose scatter'd parts, It pours the bliss that fills up all the mind. And put them as they were. Almighty God He sees wliy Nature plants in Man alone Has done much more; nor is his arm impair’d Hope of known bliss, and faith in bliss unknown Thro' length of days; and what he can he will; 1 (Nature, whose dictates to no other kind His faithfulness stands bound to see it done. Are givin in vain, but what they seek they find). When the dread trumpet sounds, the slumb'ring Wise is her present; she connects in this Not unattentive to the call, shall wake ; [dust, His greatest Virtue with his greatest Bliss ; And ev'ry joint possess its proper place, At once his own bright prospect to be blest, With a new elegance of form, unknown And strongest motive to assist the rest.
To its first state. Nur shall the conscious soul Self-love thus push'd to social, 'to divine, Mistake its partner ; but amidst the crowd, Gives thee to make thy neighbour's blessing Singling its other half, into its arın
Is this too little for the boundless heart? [thine. Shall rush, with all the impatience of a man Extend it, let thy enemies have part: That's new come home, who having long been Grasp the whole world's of Reason, Life, and absent,
| In one close system of Benevolence: (Sense, With haste runs over ev'ry different room, Happier as kinder, in whate'er degree, In pain to see the whole. Thrice happy mecting! And height of Bliss but height of Charity. Nor time, nor death, shall ever part thein more. God loves from Whole to Parts : but human
"Tis but a night; a long and moonless night; Must rise from Individual to the Whole. [soul We make the grave our bed, and then are gone. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake,
Thus, at the shut of even, the weary bird As the small pebble stirs the peaceful Jake; Leaves the wide air, and in some lonely break The centre mov'd, a circle siraight succeeds, Cow'rs down, and doses till the dawn of day; Another still, and still another spreads; Then claps his well-fledg'd wings, and bears Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; away.
His country next; and next all human race:
Wide and more wide, th'o'erflowings of the mind $40. Happiness to be found in Virtue alone. Pope. Take ev'ry creature in, of ev'ry kind;
Know then this truth (enough for man to Earth smiles around with boundless bounty blest, " Yirtue alone is Happiness below.” [know)| And Heav'n beholds its image in his breast.
| Whom to describe's presumption (all we can, $ 41. On the Eternity of the Supreme Bring. And all we may), be glorified, be prais'd. [rish,
L A Jay shall come when all this earth shall pe
Nor leave behind ev'n Chaos; it shall cuine, Hall, wond'rous Being, who in pow'r su- When all the arinies of the eleinents
Shall war agajust themselves, and mutual rage, Exists from everlasting! whose great name
To make Perdition triumph ; it shall come, Deep in the hunan heart, and ev'ry atom
When the capacious atmosphere above The Air, the Earth, or azute Main contains, Shall in sulphureous thunders groan, and die, In undecypher'd characters is wrote
And vanish into void; the earth beneath Incomprehensible! - what can words, Shall sever to the centre, and devour The weak interpreters of mortal thoughts, Th'enorious blaze of the destructive flames. Or whatcan thoughts(tho'wild of wing they rove Ye rocks that mock the ravings of the floods, Thro' the vast concave of th' æthereal round)? And proudly frown upon th' impatient deep, If to the Heav'n of Heav'ns they wing their way Where is yourgrandeur oww? Yefoaining waves, Adrent'rous, like the birds of night they're lost, That all along th’immense Atlantic roar, And delug'd in the food of dazzling day. - In vain ye swell ; with a few drops suffice
May then the youthful, uninspired Bard To quench the inextinguishable fire ? Presume to hymn th' Eternal ? may he soar Ye mountains, on whose cloud-crown'd tops the Where Seraph and where Cherubim on high
cedars, Resound th' unceasing plaudits, and with them. Are Lessen'd into shrubs, magnific piles, In the grand chorus mix his feeble voice? That prop the painted chamber of the heavens,
He may — if thou, who from the witless babe And fix the earth continual; Athos, where? Ordainest honor, glory, strength, and praise, Where, Tenerif, 's thy stateliness to-day? Uplift th' unpiniond Muse, and deign'si to assist, What, Æma, are thy fames to these? No more Great Poet of the Universe! his song. | Than the poor glow-worm to the golden sun.
Before this earthly Planet wound her course | Nor shall the verdant valleys then remain Round Light's perennial fountain; before Light Safe in their meek submission; they the debt Herself 'gan shine, and at th'inspiring word Of nature and of justice too must pay. Shot to existence in a blaze of day;
Yet I must weep for you, ye rival fair, Before " the Morning-Stars together sang,” Arno and Andalusia ; but for thee And haild Thee arehitect of countless worlds ; More largely, and with Glial tears must weep, Thou art - All-glorious, All-beneficent, O Albion ! my country! Thou must join, All Wisdom and Omnipotence Thou art. In vain dissever'd from the rest, must join But is the æra of Creation fix'd
The terrors of th' inevitable ruin. At when these worlds began? Could aught retard Nor thou, illustrious monarch of the day ; Goodness, that knows no bounds, from blessing Nor thou, fair queen of night ; nor you, ye stars, erer,
Tho'million leagues and million still reinote, Or keep th’immense Artificer in sloth ? Shall yet survive that day ; ye must submit, Araunt the dust-directed crawling thought, Sharers, not bright speciators of the scene. That Puissance immeasurably vast,
But tho' the Earth shall to the centre perish, And Bounty inconceivable, could rest
Nor leave behind ev'n Chaos ; tho' the air Content, exhausted with one week of action! With all the elements must pass away, No- in th' exertion of thy righteous pow'r, Vain as an idiot's dream ; tho' the huge rocks, Ten thousand times more active than the Sun, | That brandish the tall cedars on their tops, Thou reign'd, and with a mighty hand coinpos's With humbler vales must to perdition yield; Systems innumerable, matchless all,
Tho' the gilt sun, and silver tressed-moon, All stampt with thine uncounterfeited seal. With all her bright retinue, must be lost :
But yet (if still to more stupendous heights Yet thou, Great Father of the world, surviv'st The Museunblam'd her aching sense may strain) | Eternal, as thou wert. Yet still survives Perhape wrapt up in contemplation deep, The soul of man immortal, perfect now, The best of Beings on the noblest theme And candidate for unexpiring jovs. Might ruminate at leisure, scope iminense! He comes! he cornes! the awful trump I hear; Th' Eternal Pow'r and Godhead to explore, The flaming sword's intolerable blaze And with itself th' Omniscient Mind repleie. I see! He coincs ! th' Archangel from above. This were enough to fill the boundless All, “ Arise, ye tenants of the silent grave, This were a Sabbath worthy the Supreme ! “ Awake incorruptible, and arise : Perhaps enthron'd amidst a choicer few
“ From east to west, from the Antarctic pole Of spirits inferior, he might greatly plan " To regions Hyperborean, all ye sons, The two prime Pillars of the Universe, “ Ye sons of Adam, and ye heirs of heaven Creation and Redemption -- and awhile " Arise, ye tenants of the silent grave, Pause - with the grand presentiments of glory," Awake incorruptible, and arise." Perhaps - but all's conjecture here below, 'Tis then, nor sooner, that the restless mind All ignorance, and self-plum'd vanity . Shall find itself at home; and like the ark, Thou, whose ways to wonder at 's distrust, Fix'd on the inountain top, shall look aloft
O'er the vague passage of precarious life; (Tho' whirling worlds oppose io globes of fire) And winds and waves, and rocks and tempests, Darts, like a javelin, to his distant goal; svens Enjoy the everlasting calm of Heaven: (past, Or where in Heaven above, the Heaven of Hea
Tis then, nor sooner, that the deathless soul Burn brighter suns, and goodlier planets roll Shall justly know its nature and its rise : With satellites more glorious - Thou art there.
Tis then the humantongue, new-tun'd, shallgive Or whether on the ocean's boisterous back Praises inore worthy the Eternal ear.
| Thou ride triumphant, and withoutstretch'd arm Yel what wecan, weought;---and therefore Thou, Curb the wild winds and discipline the billows, Purge Thou my heart, Omnipotent and good! The suppliant sailor finds Thee there, his chief, Purge Thoumy heart with hyssop, lest, like Cain, His only help-When Thoa rebuk'st the storm, I offer fruitless sacrifice, and with gifis | It ceases and the vessel gently glides Offend, and not propitiate the Ador'd.
Along the glossy level of the calm. Tho' Gratitude were blest with all the powers O! could I search the bosom of the sea, Her bursting heart could long for; tho'the swift, Downthegreatdepth descending, there thy works The fiery wing'd Imagination soar'd
Would also speak thy residence! and there Beyond Ambition's wish yet all were vain Would I, thy servant, like the still profound, To speak him as he is, who is ineffable. Astonish'd into silence muse thy praise! Yet still let Reason thro' the eye of Faith Behold! behold! th' unplanted garden round View him with fearful love; let Truthpronounce, Of vegetable coral, sea-flowers gay, stoin, And Adoration on her bended knee,
And shrubs of ainber from the pearl pay'u boiWith heav'n-directed hands, confess his reign. Rise richly varied, where the finny race And let the angelic, archangelic band, | In blithe security their gambols play: With all the hosts of Heaven, cherubic forms, While high upon their heads Leviathan, And forms seraphic, with their silver trump The terror and the glory of the main, And golden lyres attend :-" For thou art holy, His pastime takes with transport, proud to see • For thou art one, th' Eternal, who alone The ocean's vast dominion all liis own. « Exerts all goodness, and transcends all praise!" Hence thro' the genial bowels of the earth
|Easy inay fancy pass; till at thy inines,
Gani or Raolconda, she arrive, $ 42. On the Immensity of the Supreme Being. And from the adamant's imperial blaze
Form weak ideas of her Maker's glory.
Smart. Next to Pegu or Ceylon let me rove, Once more I dare to rouse the soundingstring, Where the rich ruby (deem'd by sages old The Poet of iny God - Awake, ny glory, JOf sov'reign virtue) sparkles ev'n like Sirius, Awake, my lute and harp- myself shall wake, And blushes into flames. Thence will I go Soon as the stately night-exploding bird To undermine the treasure-fertile womb , In lively lay sings welcome to the dawn. Of the huge Pyrenean, to detect
List ye! how Naturewith teu thousand tongues The agate and the deep-intrenched gem Begins the grand thanksgiving, Hail, all hail, Of kindred jasper - Nature in them both Ye tenants of the forest and the field!
| Delights to play the mimic on herself; My fellow subjects of th' Eternal King, And in their veius she oft pourtrays the forms I gladly join your matins, and with you Of leaning hills, of trees crect, and streams Confess his presence, and report his praise. " Now stealing softly on, now thundering down
( Thou, who or the launbkin, or the dove, In desperate cascade, with flowers and beasts, When offer'd by the lowly, meck and poor, And all the living landskip of the vale : Prefer'st to pride's whole hecatomb, accept i n vain thy pencil, Claudio or Poussin, This moon Essay, nor from thy treasure-house Or thine, iminorial Guido, would essay Of glory immense the Orphan's mite exclude Such skill to immitate-- it is the hand Whai tho'the Alimighty's regalthrone be rais'
dOf Godhimself- for God himselfis there. Tvance High o'er yon azure Heaven's exalted dome, Hence with th' ascending springs let ine ad. By mortaleye unkenn'l-where Last nor West, Thro' heds of magnets, minerals, and spar, Nor Sonth nor blustering North has breath to Up to the mountain's summit, there t'indulge Albeit Hetherewithangelsandwith saints[blow; Tll' ambition of the comprehensive eye, Hold conference, and in his radiant host. That dares to call th' horizon all her own. Ey'n face to face stands visibly confest;
Behold the forest, and th' expansive verdure Yet know, that norin presenccor in power JOf yonder level lawn, whose smooth-shorn soi Shines he less perfect here; 'tis man's dim eye No object interrupts, unless the oak That makes th' obscurity. He is the same; His lordly head uprears, and branching arıns Alike in all his universe the same.
Extends - Behold in regal solitude, Whether the mind along the spangled sky And pastoral magnificence, he stands Measures her pathless walk, studious to view So simple, and so great, the under-wood
The works of vaster fabric, where the planets Of meaner rank an awful distance keep. Weave their harmonious rounds, their march di-Yet Thou art there, y' God himself is there, · Still faithful, still inconstant, to the sun; [recting Ev'n on the bush (tho' not as when to Moses Or where the comet, thro' space infinite Ha shonc in burning majesty rereald.).