Spring up on freshen'd wing, ambrosial gales ! And such delights, such strange beatitudes, When that blest future rushes on my view! Lead up their mystic dance, the desert shouts ! Coadjutors of God. To Milton's trump 2 Raises to heaven: and he of mortal kind Wisest, he first who mark'd the ideal tribes Up the fine fibres through the sentient brain. 1 The thousand years.] The Millenium-in which I suppose that man will continue to enjoy the highest glory, of which his human nature is capable; that all who in past ages have endeavoured to ameliorate the state of man, will rise and enjoy the fruits and flowers, the imperceptible seeds of which they had sown in their former life; and that the wicked will during the same period be suffering the remedies adapted to their several bad habits. I suppose that this period will be followed by the passing away of this Earth, and by our entering the state of pure intellect; when all Creation shall rest from its labours. -C. 2 He first.] David Hartley.-C. Lo! Priestley there, patriot, and saint, and sage, Him, full of years, from his loved native land Statesmen blood-stain'd and priests idolatrous By dark lies maddening the blind multitude Drove with wain hate. Calm, pitying he retired, And mused expectant on these promised years. O years! the blest pre-eminence of saints! Whence Fancy falls, fluttering her idle wing. wane, Making noon ghastly! Who of woman born May image in the workings of his thought, How the black-visaged, red-eyed fiend outstretch'd 2 Beneath the unsteady feet of Nature groans, 1 Throne.] Rev. chap. iv. v. 2 and 3:- "And immediately I was in the Spirit: and, behold, a Throne was set in Heaven, and One sat on the Throne. And He that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone," &c.-C. The final destruction impersonated. 2 How the, &c.] -C. The last great Spirit lifting high in air Believe thou, O my soul, Life is a vision shadowy of truth; And vice, and anguish, and the wormy grave, Shapes of a dream! The veiling clouds retire, And lo! the throne of the redeeming God Forth flashing unimaginable day Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell.1 Contemplant Spirits! ye that hover o'er And ye of plastic power, that interfused (And what if Monads of the infinite mind?) then I discipline my young and novice 2 thought 1 Wraps, &c.] This paragraph is intelligible to those, who, like the Author, believe and feel the sublime system of Berkeley; and the doctrine of the final happiness of all men.-C. 2 And novice.] "novitiate."-Edition of 1796. Whose day-spring rises glorious in my soul Flows to the ray, and warbles as it flows. LINES COMPOSED WHILE CLIMBING THE LEFT ASCENT OF BROCKLEY COOMB, SOMERSETSHIRE, MAY, 1795. ITH many a pause and oft reverted eye I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near Warble in shade their wild-wood melody: (Mid which the May-thorn blends its blossoms white) Where broad smooth stones jut out in mossy seats, I rest-and now have gain'd the topmost site. Ah! what a luxury of landscape meets My gaze! Proud towers, and cots more dear to me, Elm-shadow'd fields, and prospect-bounding sea! Deep sighs my lonely heart: I drop the tear: Enchanting spot! O were my Sara here! LINES IN THE MANNER OF SPENSER. PEACE, that on a lilied bank dost love To rest thine head beneath an olive tree, I would that from the pinions of thy dove Lest she resent my rude discourtesy, Who vow'd to meet her ere the morning light, But broke my plighted word-ah! false and recreant wight! Last night as I my weary head did pillow, With thoughts of my dissever'd Fair engrost, Chill Fancy droop'd wreathing herself with willow, As though my breast entomb'd a pining ghost. |