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" A rebel 'midst the thunders of his throne! Myvoice (if tun'd); the nerve, that writes, sus" Nor I alone! a rebel universe !
Bound every heart! and every bosom burn! His essence: local is his throne (as meet),
To gather the disperst, to fix a point,
lost beyond the thought Since finite every nature but his own. Of man, or angel : Oh that I could climb The naineless He, whose nod is nature's birth; The wonderful ascent, with equal praise !
And nature's shield, the shadow of his hand : Praise ardent, cordial, constant, to high heaven Her dissolution, his suspended sinile; More fragrant than Arabia sacrific'd; The great first last!, pavilion'd high he sits And all her spicy inountains in a flame. In darkness, from excessive splendor born.
His glory, to created glory, bright
$ 181. Inalility of sufficiently praising God. Back to thy fountain! to that parent power,
Down to the centre should I send my thought Who gives the tongue to sound, the thought to Thro' beds of glittering ore, and glowing soar,
gems, The soul to be. Men homage pay to men,
Their beggard blaze wants lustre for my lay ; Thoughtless beneath whose dreadful eye they Goes out in darkness : if, on tow'ring wing, In mutual awe profound of clay to clay, [bow, I send it thro' the boundless vault of stars; Of guilt to guilt, and tnrn their backs on ihee, Thestars, tho'rich, what dross their gold to thče. Great sire! whom thrones celestial ceaselesssing. Great! good! wise! wonderful! eternal King? Oh the presumption, of man's awe for man! If those conscious stars thy throne around, Man's author ! 'end ! restorer! law! and judge ! Praise ever-pouring, and imbibing bliss, Thine, all; day thine, and thine this gloom of I ask their strain; they want it, more they want; night;
Languid their energy, their ardor cold, With all her wealth, with all her radiant worlds: Indebted still, their highest rapture burns; What night eternal, but a frown from thee?
Short of its mark, defective, tho' divine What heav'ns meridian glory, but thy smile ?
Still more--This theme is man':, and man's
alone : And shall not praise be thine? not huinan praise, While heaven's high host on Hallelujah's live?' Their vast appointments reach it not; thoy sec
On earth a bounty, not indulg'd on high; $ 180. Magnificence and Omnipresence of the First-born of æther! high in fields of light!
And downward look for heaven's superior praisc.
Creation's great superior, man! is thine ; Cut thro' the shades of hell, great love! by thee! Thine is redemption; eternize the song! Where shallthat praise begin, which ne’er should Redemption ! 'twas creation more sublime; end ?
Redemption! 'twas the labor of the skies ; Where'er I turn, what claim on all applause! Far more than labor-It was death in heaven, How is night's sable inantle labor'd o'er, Here pause and ponder; was there death in How richly wrought, with attributes divine !
[blow? What wisdom shines! what love! This mid- What then on earth? on earth which struck the
Who struck it? Who?-O how is man enlarg'd, This gorgeous arch, with golden worlds inlay'd, Seen thro’this medium! How the pigmy tow'rs! Built with divine ambition ! nought to thee: How counterpois'd his origin from dust! For others this profusion: thou apart, How counterpois’d, to dust his sad return! Above, beyond! oh tell me, mighty mind, How voided his vast distance from the skies! Where art thou ? shall I dive into the deep? How near he presses on the seraph's wing! Call to the sun, or ask the roaring winds, How this demonstrates thro' the thickest cloud For their Creator? shall I question loud Of guilt, and clay condens'd, the son of heav'n! The thunder, if in that th' Alınighty dwells? The double son; the made, and the re-made! Dr holds the furious storms in streighten'd reins, And shall heaven's double property be lost? And bids fierce whirlwinds wheel his rapid car? Man's double madness only can destroy him, What mean these questions? - treinbling I To man the bleeding cross has promis'd all ; refract;
The bleeding cross has sworn eternal grace : My prostrate soul adores the present God :
gave his life, what grace shall he deny? Praise I a distant Deity? he tunes
(ye, who from this Rock of Ages leap,
Disdainsul, plunging headlong in the abyss! His wrath infam'd? his tenderness on fire ? What cordial joy, what consolation strong, Can prayer, can praise avert it? _Thou, my all! Whatever winds arise, or billows roll, My theme! my inspiration! and my crown! Our interest in the master of the storm [smile; My strength in age! my rise in low estate ! Cling there, and in wreck'd nature's ruins My soul's ambition, pleasure, wealth! my world! While vile apostates trenible in a calm. My light in darkness'! and my life in death!
My boast thro' time! bliss thro' eternity! $ 182. Mar.
Eternity too short to speak thy praise,
$ 184. God's Love to Man, How long shall human nature be their book,
O how oinnipotence is lost in lore! Degenerate mortal! and unread by thee? Father of angels! but the friend of man! The beam dim reason sheds shows wonders there; Thou, who didst save him, snatch the smoking What high contents ! illustrious faculties !
brand But the grand comment which displays at full From out the flames, and quench it in thy blood! Our human height, scarce sever'd from divine. How art thou pleas'd, by bounty 10 distress! By heaven compos’d, was publish'd on the cross! To make us groan bencaih our gratitude,
Who looks on that, and sees not in himself To challenge, and to distance, all return! An awful stranger, a terrestrial god ? Of lavish love stupendous heights to soar, A glorious partner with the Deity
And leave praise panting in the distant vale ! In that high attribute, immortal life!
But since the naked will obtains thy smile, 1
gaze, and as I gaze, my mounting soul Beneath this monument of praise unpaid, Catches strange fire! eternity! at thee. For ever lie entomb’d my fear of death,
He, the great father! kindled at one Aame And dread of ev'ry evil, but thy frown. The world of rationals; one spirit pour d O for an humbler heart and loftier song! From spirit's awful fountain : pour'd himself Thou, my much-injur'd theme! with that softere Thro' all their souls; but not in equal stream Which melted o'er doom'd Salem, deign to look Profuse, or frugal of th' inspiring God, Compassion to the coldness of my breast; As his wise plan demanded: and when past
And pardon to the winter in
§ 185. Lukçuurm Devotion. His throne their centre, and his smile their Oh ye cold hearted, frozen formalists !
Why doubt we then the glorious truth to On such a theme 'tis impious to be calm ; Angels are men of a superior kind; [sing? Shall Heaven which gave us ardor, and has Angels are men in lighter habit clad,
Its own for man so strongly, not disdain (shown High o'er celestial mountains wing'd in fight : What smooth emollients in theology, And men are angels, loaded for an hour, Recumbent virtue's downy doctors preach, Who wade this miry vale, and climb with pain, Thiat prose of piety, a lukewarın praise ? And slippery step, the bottom of the steep : Rise odors sweet from incense uninflamd? Yet summon’d to the glorious standard soon,
Devotion, when lukewarm, is undevout. Which flames eternal crimson thro' the skies.
§ 186. Death, whore is thy Sting? 183. Religion.
Oh when will death (now stingless), like a RELIGION's all. Descending from its sire
friend, To wretched man, the goddess in her left Admit me of that choir? Oh when will death, Holds out this world, and in her right, the next : This mould'ring, old partition-wall thrown Religion! the sole voucher man is man: Give beings, one in nature, one abode? [down, Supporter sole of man above himself.
Oh death divine that gives us to the skies, Religion ! providence ! an after state! Great future! glorious patron of the past, Here is firm footing; here is solid rock; And present, when shall I thy shrine adore ! This can support us; all is sea besides; From Nature's continent immensely wide, Sinks under us; bestorms, and then devours. Immensely blest, this little isle of life His hand the good man fastens on the skies,
Happy day, that breaks our chain; And bids earth roll, nor feels her idle whirl. That re-admits us, thro' the guardian hand
Religion ! thou the soul of happiness ; Of elder brothers, to our Father's throne; And groaning Calvary of thee! There shine Who hears our Advocate, and thro' his wounds The noble truths; there strongest motivessting ! Beholding inan, allows that tender name. Can love allure us? or can terror awe? 'Tis this makes Christian triumph, a conımand : He weeps ! - the falling drop puts out the sun ; 'Tis this makes joy a duty to the wise. He sighs -- the sigh earth's deep foundation Hast thou ne'er seen the comer's flamingflight? If, in his love, so terrible, what then (shakes. Th’ illustrious stranger passing, terror sheds
On gazing nations, from his fiery train They draw pride's curtain oʻer the nood-tide ray
And is there, who the blessed cross wipes off
As a foul blot from his dishonor'd brow? § 187. Faith enforced ly our Reason. NATURE is dumb on this important point:
If angels tremble, 'tis at such a sight :
The wretch they quit, desponding of their charge, Or hope precarious in low whisper breathes :
More struck with grief or wonder, who can tell? Faith speaks aloud, distinct; even adders hear, But turn and dart into the dark again. Faith builds a bridge across the bridge of death, $ 189. The mere Man of the World. To break the shock blind nature cannot shun, Ye sold to sense, ye citizens of earth, And lands thoughtsmoothly on the farther shore. (For such alone the Christian banner fly) Death's terror is the mountain Faith removes; Know ye how wise your choice, how great your That inountain barrier between man and
Tis Faith disarms destruction; and absolves Behold the picture of earth's happiest man: From ev'ry clamorous charge the guiltless tomb." He calls his wish, it comes; he sends it back, Whyshouldst thou disbelievei-_"'tis Reason “ And says, he call'd another; that arrives, bids,
Meets the same welcome; yet he still callson, “ All sacred Reason." - Hold her sacred still; “ Till one calls on him, whovaries not hiscall, Nor shalt thou want a rival in thy flame. “ But holds him fast, in chains of darknessbound, Reason! my heart is thine : Deep in its folds, “ Till nature dies, and judgement sets him free: Live thou with life; live dearer of the two. “ A freedom far less welcome than his chain." My reason rebaptis'd me, when adult;
But grant man happy; grant him happy long; Weigh'd true and false in her inpartial scale; Add to life's highest prize her latest hour; And made that choice, which once was but my That hour so late, comes on in full career : fate.
How siit the shuttle flies, that weaves thy Reason pursu'd is faith : and unpursu'd
siw oud! Where proof invites, 'tis reason then no more: Where is the fable of thy former years! [thee And such our proof, that, or our faith is right, Thiruna awa the gulph of time; as far from Or Reason lies, and Heaven design'd it wrong: .::!ld nc'cr been thine; the day in hand, Absolve we this ? What then is blasphemy? Lileabird struggling to pet loose, is going;
Fond as we are, and justly fond of faitli, 199vi, sst, so sudd oly 'uis cne; Reason, we grant, demands o'it first regard, AIBU MK, sina barn rent iled, is raih advanc'd The inother honor'd, as the daughter dear : Derde sili: Eternity is all; Reason the root, fair Faith is bui che flow'r : 7:00 cernity? Who triumphs here: The fading flow'r shall die ; but Reason lives Built for plar in the font oblios?.. linmortal, as her Father in the skies.
Fored wing in the Dein! Wrong not the Christian, think not reason yours: Corro ver-ply, O give it leave to speak ; 'Tis Reason our great Master holds so dear; lur i vind jeak ere long. Oh hear it now. Tis Reason's injur'd rights his wrath resents. While us til its advice, its accents mild. Believe, and show the reason of a man'; Truth is dis wired with man's last hour; Believe, and taste the pleasure of a God; An honest lour, and faithful to her trust. Believe, and look with triumph on the tomb : Truth, eldest daughter of the Deity; Thro' Reason's wounds alone, thy faith can die ; Truth, of his council when he made the worlds, Which dying, tenfold terrors gives to Death, Nor less when he shall judge the worlds he made, And dips in venom his twice-mortal sting. Tho' silent long, and sleeping ne'er so sound,
Than from her cavern in the soul's abyss, $ 188. False Philosophy.
The goddess bursts in thunder and in Hame, LEARN hence what honors due to those who
“Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die." push Our antidote aside; those friends to reason,
$ 190. NIGHT V. Darkness. Whose fatal love stabs every joy, and leaves Let Indians, and the gay, like Indians, fond Death's terror heighten'd gnawing on his heart. Of feather'd fopperies, the sun adore : Those pompous sons of reason idoliz'd, Darkness has more divinity for me : Aud vililyd at once ; of reason dead,
It strikes thought inward, it drives back the soul Then deified, as monarchs were of old. To settle on herself, our point supreme! Whilclove of truth thro'all their camp resounds There lies our theatre; there sits our judge.
Darkness Darkness the curtain drops o'er life's dull scene ; $ 194. Little to be expected from Man. "l'is the kind hand of Providence stretcht out What are we! how unequal ! now we soar, Twixt man and vanity; 'tis Reason's reign, And now we sink : how dearly pays the soul And Virtue's too; these tutelary shades For lodging ill; too dearly rents her clay! Are man's asylum from the tainted throng. Reason, a baffled counsellor! but adds
The blush of weakness to the bane of woe. § 191. The Futility of Man's Resolutions. The noblest spirit fighting her hard fate, Virtue for ever frail, as fair below,
In this damp, dusky region, charg'd with storms, Her tender nature suffers in the crowd, But feebly Hutters, yet untaught to fly. Nor touches on the world, without a stain :
"Tis vain to seek in men for more than man. The world's infectious ; few bring back at eve
Tho' proud in promise, big in previous thought, Immaculate the manners of the morn,
Experience damps our triumph. I, who hate, Something we thought, is blotted ; we resolv’d, Threw wide the gates of everlasting day,
Emerging from the shadows of the grare, Is shaken ; we renounc'd, returns again. Each salutation slide in a sin
And call'd mankind to glory, down I rush, may Unthought before, or fix a foriner Aaw. In sorrow drown'd- But not, in sorrow, lost. Nor is it strange, light, motion, concourse, noise, How wretched is the man, who never mouru'd! All scatter us abroad; thought outward bound, I dive for precious pearls, in sorrows stream: Neglectful of our home affairs, Aies off Not so the thoughtless man that grieves In fine and dissipation, quits her charge,
Takes all the torment, and rejects the gain, And leaves the breast unguarded to the foe.
(Inestimable gain !) and gives heaven leave
$ 192. The Power of Erample.
§ 195. Wisdom. Present example gets within our guard,
If wisdom is our lesson, (and what else And acts by double force, by few repell’d.
Ennobles man? what else have angels learnt :) Ambition fires ambition ; love of gain
Grief, more proficients in thy school are made, Strikes like a pestilence from breast to breast;
Than genius, or proud learning ere could boast, Riot, pride, perfidy, blue vapors breathe !
Voracious learning, often over-fed, And inhumanity is caught from man;
Digests not into sense her motley meal. From smiling man. A slight, a single glance, Her native farm, her reason quite untilla:
This forager on others' wisdom leaves
With mixt manure she surfeits the rank soil, Of envy, rancour, or impure desire.
Dung'd, but not drest; and rich to beggary: We see, we hear with peril; safety dwells
A pomp untameable of weed prevails : [mourns. Remotc from multitude; the world's a school
Her servants's wealth encumber'd wisdom Of wrong, and what proficients swarm around! It pleads exemption from the laws of sense ;
And what saysGenius? “Let the dull be wise;" We must or imitate, or disapprove; Must list as their accomplices, or foes ; (peace. And scorns
to share a blessing with the crowd. That stains our innocence ; this wounds our From nature's birth, hence, wisdom has been smit That wise it could be, thinks an ample claim With sweet recess, and languish'd for the shade. To glory, and pleasure gives the rest.
Wisdom less shudders at a fool, than wit.
But Wisdom smiles, when humbled mortals $ 193. Midnight.
weep. Tuis sacred shade, and solitude, what is it? When sorrow wounds the breast, as ploughs the 'Tis the felt presence of the Deity.
glebe, Few are the faults we flatter when alone : And hearts obdurate feel her softening shower : Vice sinks in her allurements, is ungilt, Her seed celestial, then glad Wisdom sows, And looks, like other objects, black by night. Her golden harvest triumphs in the soil, By night an atheist half believes a God. If so, I'll gain by my calamity,
Night is fair Virtue's inmemorial friend; And reap rich compensation from my pain. The conscious moon, through every distant
range the plenteous intellectual field; Has held a lamp to Wisdom, and let fall And gather every thought of sovereign power, On contemplation's eye her purging ray. To chase the moral maladies of man; “[skies, Hail precious moments !' stol'n from the black Thoughts, which may bear transplanting to the
Tho' natives of this coarse penurious soil, Of murder'd time: auspicious midnight hail ! Nor wholly wither there, where eeraph's sing: The world excluded, every passion hush'd, Refin'd, exalted, not annullid in heaven. And open'd a calm intercourse with heav'o; Here the soul sits in council, ponders past, $ 196. Reflections in a Church-yard. Predestines future actions ; sces, not feels, Say, on what themes'shall puzzled choice Tuniultuous life; and reasons with the storm ;
descend? Allher lies answers, and ıhinks down her charms. "Th' importance of contemplating the tomb;
"Why men dccline it; Suicide's foul birth ; Behold th'inexorable hour forgot!
The various kinds of grief ; the faults of age; And to forget it, the chief aim of life;
And first, th' importance of our end survey'd.
Is Death, that ever threat'ning ne'er remote, Who bid it do his errand in our hearts,
That all-important, and that only sure, And banish peace till nobler guests arrive,
(Come when he will) an unexpected guest ? And bring it back a true and endless peace? Calamities are friends : as glaring day
Nay, tho' invited by the loudest calls Of these unnumber'd lustres robs our sight;
or blind imprudence, inexpected still?
Tho' numerous messengers are sent before Prosperity puts our unnumber'd thoughis
To warn his great arrival. What the cause, of import liigh, and light divine to man. The man how blest, who, sick of gaudyscenes.
The wond'rous cause, of this mysterious ill? (Scenes apt to thrust between us and ourselves !) All heaven looks down astonish'd at the sight. Is led by choice to take his favorite walk Beneath Death's gloommy, silent cypress shades, § 198. Life compared to a Stream. Unpierc'd by Vanity's fantastic ray;
Is it, that Life has sown her joys so thick, To read his monuments, to weighi his dust, We can't thrust in a single care between? Visit his vaults, and dwell among the tombs! Is it, that life has such a swarm of cares, Lorenzo, read with me Narcissa's stone; The thought of death can't enter for the throng? Few orators so tenderly can touch
Is it that time steals on with downy feet, The feeling heart. What pathos in the date: Nor wakes indulgence from her golden dreain? Apt words can strike, and yet in them we see To-day is so like yesterday, it cheats; Faint images of what we here enjoy.
We take the lying sister for the same. What cause have we to build on length of life? Life glides away, Lorenzo, like a brouk; Temptations seise when fear is laid asleep; For ever changing, unperceiv'd the change. And ill-foreboding is our strongest guard. In the same brook none ever bath'd him twice:
See from her toinb, Truth sallies on my soul, To the same life none ever twice awoke. And puts Delusion's dusky train to fight; We call the brook the same; the same we think Dispels the mists our sultry passions raise, Our life, though still more rapid in its flow; And shows the real estimate of things,
Nor mark the much irrevocably laps'd, Which no man, unafflicted, ever saw; And mingled with the sea. Or shall we say Palls off the reil from Virtue's rising charms; (Retaining still the brook to bear us on) Detects Temptation in a thousand lies. That life is like a vessel on the stream? Truth bids me look on men, as autumn's leaves, In life embark'd, we smoothly down the tide And all they bleed for, as the summer's dust, Of time descend, but not on time intent, Driven by the whirlwind : lighted by her beams, Amus'd, unconscious of the gliding wase; I widen iny horizon, gain new powers, Till on a sudden we perceive a shock ; See things invisible, feel things remote, We start, awake, look out; our bark is burst. Am present with futurities ; think nought Is this the cause death flies all human thonghi! To man so foreign, as the joys possest, Or is it judgement by the will struck blind, Nought so much his as those beyond the grave. Thát domineering mistress of the soul!
No folly keeps its color in her sight: Or is it fear turns startled reason back, Pale worldly wisdom loses all her charms. From looking down a precipice so steep? How differ worldly wisdom, and divine? "Tis dreadful; and the dread is wisely placid, Just as the waning and the waxing moon. By nature conscious of the make of man. More empty worldly wisdom every day ; A dreadful friend it is, a terror kind, And every day more fair her rival shines.
A faming sword to guard the tree of life, But soon our terın for wisdom is expir'd, By that unaw'd, man on each pique of pride, And everlasting fool is writ in fire,
Or gloom of humor, would give rage the rein, Or real wisdom wafts us to the skies.
Bound c'er the barrier, rush into the dark, What grave prescribes the best?—a friend's; And mar the schemes of Providence below. From a friend's grave how soon we disengage, Even to the dearest, as his inarble, cold !
§ 199. Suicide. Why are friends ravish'd froni us! 't is to bind, What groan was that? There took his gloomy By soft Affection's ties, on human hearts,
flight, The thoughtof death, which Reasoni, too supine, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul, Or misemploy'd, so rarely fastens there. Blasted from hell, with horrid lust of death. Nor Reason, nor Affection, no, nor both Thy friend, the brave, the gallant Altamont Combin'd can break the witchcrafts of the world. So calld, so thought-and then he fled the field. Behold th'inexorable hour at hand !
Less base the fear of death, than fear of life.
O Britain !