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To turn Lorenzo's stubborn tide of thought But must inquire-"What hand behind the scene From stagnating on Earth's infected shore,
“ What arm Almighty, put these wheeling globes And purge from nuisance bis corrupted heart? In motion, and wound up the vast machine ? Fails her attraction when it draws to Heaven ? Who rounded in his palm these spacious orbs ? Nay, and to what thou valuest more, Earth's joy ! Who bow'd them faming through the dark profound, Minds elevate, and panting for unseen,
Numerous as glittering gems of morning-dew, And defecate from sense, a.one obtain
Or sparks from populous cities in a blaze, Full relish of existence un-deflower'd,
And set the bosom of old night on fire ? The life of life, the zest of worldly bliss :
Peopled her desert, and made borrour smile?" All else on Earth amjunts to what? To this: Or, if the military style delights thee,
(man) “ Bad to be suffer'd; blessings to be left:
(For stars have fought their battles, leagu'd with Earth's richest inventory boasts no more.
« Who marshals this bright host ? enrolls their Of higher scenes be, then, the call obey'd.
names? O let me gaze - Of gazing there's no end.
Appoints their post, their marches, and returns O let me think ! - Thought too is wilder'd here ; Punctual at stated periods? who disbands In mid-way flight imagination tires;
These veteran troops, their final duty done, Yet soon re-prunes her wing to soar anew,
If e'er disbanded ?"-He, whose potent word, Her point rnable to forbear, or gain;
Like the loud trumpet, levy'd first their powers
And call'd them out of chaos to the field,
Will give us hearts intrepid, at that hour, Though nothing half so rapid as their flight. When brighter fames shall cut a darker night; An eye of awe and wonder let me roll,
When these strong demonstrations of a God And ro! for ever: who can satiate sight
Shall hide their heads, or tumble from their spheres, In such a scene? in such an ocean wide
And one eternal curtain cover all ! Ofderp a tonishment? where depth, height, breadth Struck at that thought, as new awak'd, I lift Are lost in their extremes ; and where to count A more enlighten'd eye, and read the stars The thick-sown glories in this field of fire,
To man still more propitious; and their aid Perhaps a seraph's computation fails.
(Though guiltless of idolatry) implore; Now, go, Ambition! boast thy boundless might Nor longer rob them of their noblest name. In conquest o'er the tenth part of a grain.
'O) ye dividers of my lime! Ye bright And yet Lorenzo calls for miracles,
Accomptants of my days, and months, and years, To give his tottering faith a solid base.
In your fair calerdar distinctly mark'd! Why call for less than is already thine ?
Since that authentic, radiant register, Thou art no novice in theology ;
Though man inspects it not, stands good against bim; What is a miracle 1-T is a reproach,
Since you, and years, roll on, though man stands 'Tis an implicit satire, on mankind ;
Teach me my days to number, and apply [still; And wbile it satisfies, it censures too.
My trembling licart to wisdom ; now beyond
Age smooths our path to prudence ! sweeps aside A miracle is sent, as an alarm ;
The snares keen appetite and passion spread To wake the world, and prove him o'er again, To catch stray souls; and woe to that gray head, By recent argument, but not more strong.
Whose folly would undo what age has done! Say, which iinports more plenitude of power, Aid then, aid, all ye stars !-Much rather, thou, Or Nature's lans to fir, or to repeal ?
Great Artist! Thou, whose finger set aright To make a sun, or stop his mid career ?
This exquisite machine, with all its wheels, To counternand lois orders, and send back Though intervolr'd, exact; and pointing out The Aaming courier to the freighted Eust,
Life's rapid and irrevocable flight,
Open mine eye, dread Deity! to read
Set them before me; let me lay them both If duly weighid, if rationally seen,
In equal scale, and learn their various weight. If seen with human eyes. The brute, indeed, Let time appear a moment, as it is ; Sees bought but spangles here; the fool, no more. And let eternity's full orb, at once, Say'st thou, “ The course of Nature governs all ?” Turn on my soul, and strike it into Heaven. The course of Nature is the art of God.
When shall I see far more than charms me now? The miracles thou call'st for, this attests;
Gaze on creation's model in thy breast For say, Could Nature Nature's conrse control ? C'nveil'd, nor wonder at the transcript more? But, miracles apart, who sees him not,
When this vile, foreign, dust, which smothers all Nature's Controller, Author, Guide, and End! That travel Earth's deep vale, shall I shake off? Who turns his eye on Nature's midnight face, When shall my soul her incarnation quit,
And, re-adopted to thy blest embrace,
And doubt the deposition of the skies? Obtain ber apotheosis in thee?
O how laborivus is thy way to ruin !
Tu sink beyond a doubt, in this debate,
Some wish they did; but no man disbelieves.
God is a spiril; spirit cannot strike And antidote the pestilential Earth!
These gross, material organs; God by man In every storm, that either frowns, or falls, As much is seen, as man a God can see, What an asylum has the soul in prayer!
In these astonishing exploits of power.
What order, beauty, motion, distance, size!
How complicate, in their divine pulice !
Apt means! great ends! consent to general good! Cold, and untouch'd, amid the sacred fires ? Each attribute of these material gods, Oye nocturnal sparks! ye glowing embers, (more, So long (and that with specious pleas) ador'd, On Heaven's broad hearth! who burn, or burn no A separate conquest gains o'er rebel thonght; Who blaze, or die, as Great Jehovah's breath And leads in triumph the whole mind of man. Or blows you, or forbears : assist my song ;
Lorenzo ! this may seem harangue to thee ; Pour your whole influence; exorcise his heart, Such all is apt to seem, that thwarts our will. So long possest; and bring him back to man. And dost thou, then, demand a simple proof And is Lorenzo a demurrer still ?
Of this great master moral of the skies,
Such proof insists on an attentive ear;
Imagination's airy wing repress; - [home; Lie suffocated there; or they alone,
Luck up thy senses ;--let no passion stir ;--Reason apart, would wake high hope; and open,
Wake all to reason ;-let her reign alone; To ravish'd thought, that intellectual sphere, Then, in thy soul's deep silence, and the depth Where, order, wisdom, goodness, providence, Of Nature's silence, midnight, thus inquire, Their endless miracles of love display,
As I have done; and shall inquire no more. And promise all the truly-great desire.
In Nature's channel, thus the questions run :The mind that would be happy, must be great;
“What am I? and from whence nothing know, Great, in its wishes ; great, in its surveys.
But that I am; and, since I am, conclude Extended views a narrow mind extend ;
Something eternal : had there e'er been nought, Push out its corrugate, expansive make,
Nought still had been : elernal there must be.
And Adam's ancestors without an end ? -
That's hard to be conceiv'd; since every link As man was made for glory, and for bliss, Of that long-chain'd succession is so frail ; All littlevess is in approach to woe;
Can every part depend, and not the whole Open thy bosom, set thy wishes wide,
Yet grant it true; new difficulties rise; And let in manhood ; let in happiness ;
I'm still quite out at sea; nor see the shore. Admit the boundless theatre of thought
Whence Earth, and these bright orbs --Eternal too? From nothing, up to God; which makes a man. Grant matter was eternal; still these orbs Take God from Nature, nothing great is left ; Would want some other father ;--much design Man's mind is in a pit, and nothing sees ;
Is seen in all their motions, all their makes ; Man's beart is in a jakes, and loves the mire. Design implies intelligence, and art; Emerge from thy profound; erect thine eye;
That can't be from themselves-or man: that art See thy distress! how close art thou besieg'd! Man scarce can comprehend, could man bestow ? Besieg'd by Nature, the proud sceptic's foe! And nothing greater yet allow'd than man.Enclos'd by these innummerable worlds,
Who, motion, foreign to the smallest grain, Sparkling conviction on the darkest mind,
Shot through vast masses of enormous weight ? As in a golden net of Providence.
Who bid brute matter's restive lump assume
Has matter innate motion : then each atom,
To dance, would form an universe of dust:
Judgment, and genius? is it deeply learn'd Spite of these numerous, awful, uitnesses,
In mathematics » Has it fram'd such laws,
Which but to guess, a Neuton made iinmortal? 4 Page 479.
If so, how each sage atom laughs at me,
Who think a clod inferior to a man!
Think'st thou my scheme, Lorenzo, spreads tos If art, to form ; and counsel, to conduct;
Is this extravagant ? —No; this is just ; [wide ?. And that with greater far than human skill, Just, in conjecture, though 't were false in fact. Resides not in each block ;--a Godhead reigns. If 't is an errour, 'tis an errour sprung Grant, then, invisible, eternal, Mind ;
From noble root, high thought of the Most-High. That granted, all is solv'd-But, granting that, But wherefore errour? who can prove it such? Draw 1 not o'er me a still darker cloud ?
He that can set Omnipotence a bound. Grant I not that which I can ne'er conceive ? Can man conceive beyond what God can do ? A being without origin, or end !-
Nothing but quite impossible is hard. Hail, human liberty! There is no God
He summons into being, with like ease, Yet, why ? On either scheme that knot subsists; A whole creation, and a single grain. Subsist it must, in God, or human race :
Speaks he the word ? a thousand worlds are born! If in the last, how many knots beside,
A thousand worlds? there's space for millions more; Indissoluble all ?-Why choose it there,
And in what space can his great fiat fail? Where, chosen, still subsist ten thousand more? Condemn me not, cold critic! but indulge Reject it, where, that chosen, all the rest
The warm imagination : wby condemn ? Dispers'd leave reason's whole horizon clear; Why not indulge such thoughts, as swell our hearts This is not reason's dictate; reason says, (scale;" With faller admiration of that power, (swell? “ Close with the side where one grain turns the who gives our hearts with such high thoughts to What vast preponderance is here! can reason Why not indulge in his augmented praise ? With louder voice exclaim— Believe a God ?” Darts not his glory a still brighter ray, And reason heard, is the sole mark of man.
The less is left to chaos, and the realms What things impossible must man think true, Of hideous night, where fancy strays aghast; On any other system ! and how strange
And, though most talkative, makes no report? To disbelieve, through mere credulity.!”
Still seems my thought enormous ? Think again; If, in this chain, Lorenzo finds no flaw,
Experience 'self shall aid thy lame belief. Let it for ever bind him to belief.
Glasses (that revelation to the sight!) And where the link, in which a flaw he finds ? Have they not led us in the deep disclose And, if a God there is, that God how great! Of fine-spun Nature, exquisitely small, How great that puwer, whose providential care And, thougb demonstrated, still ill-conceiv'd) Through these bright orbs' dark centres darts a ray! If then, on the reverse, the mind would mount Of Nature universal threads the whole!
In magnitude, what mind can mount too far, And hangs creation, like a precious gem,
To keep the balance, and creation poise ? Though little, on the footstool of his throne ! Defect alone can err on such a theme;
That little gem, how large! a weight let fall What is too great, if we the cause survey ? From a fixt star, in ages can it reach
Stupendous Architect! thou, thou art all! This distant Earth! Say, then, Lorenzo! where, My soul flies up and down in thoughts of thee, Where, ends this mighty building? Where, begin And finds herself but at the centre still! The suburbs of Creation? Where, the wall
| Am, thy name! existence, all thine own! Whose battlements look o'er into the vale
Creation's nothing; flatter'd much if styl'd Of non-existence? Nothing's strange abode ! “The thin, the fleeting atmosphere of God." Say, at what point of space Jehovah dropp'd O for the voice of what? of whom? -What His slacken'd line, and laid his balance by ; Can answer to my wants, in such ascent, voice Weigh'd worlds, and measur'd infinite, no more! As dares to deem one nniverse too small ? Where, rears dois terminating pillar bigh
Tell me, Lorenzo! (for now fancy glows,
Is not this home creation, in the map
But, elsewhere, far out-measur'd, far outshone.
Too small for notice, in the vast of being ; Hard are those questions ;--answer harder still. Sever'd by mighty seas of un-built space Is this the role exploit, the single birth,
From other realms; froin ample continents The solitary son of power divine ?
Of higher life, where nobler natives dwell ; Or has tir' Almighty Father, with a breath, Less northern, less remote from Deity, Impregnated the womb of distant space!
Glowing beneath the line of the Supreme; Has he not bid, in various provinces,
Where souls in excellence make haste, put forth, Prother-creations the dark bosels burst
Luxuriant growths; nor the late autumn wait Of night primeval; barren, now, no more? Of human worth, but ripen soon to gods? And he the central sun, transpiercing all
Yet why drown fancy in such depths as these? Those giant-generations, which disport,
Rcturn, presumptuous rover! and confess And dance, as motes, in his meridian ray;
The bounds of man; por blame them, as too small. That ray withdrawn, benighted, or absorbid, Enjoy we not full scope in what is seen? In that abyss of horrour, whence they sprung; Fuil ample the dominions of the Sun ! While Chaos triumphs, repossest of all
Full glorious to behold, how far, how wide, Rival creation ravish'd from his throne ?
The matchless monarch, from his flaming throne, Clau! of Nature both the womb, and gra e! lavish of lustre, throws his beamus about him,
Further, and faster, than a thought can fly, O for a glimpse of him my soul adores !
As the chas'd bart, amid the desert waste,
Pants for the living stream; for him who made her, Than the proud tyrant of the Nile, was built; So pants the thirsty soul, amid the blank And he alone, who built it, can destroy.
Of sublunary joys. Say, goddess! where? Beyond this city, why strays human thought? Where blazes his bright court? Where burns his One wonderful, enough for man to know !
[round One infinite! enough for man to range !
Thon know'st; for thou art near him; by thee, One firmament, enough for man to read !
His grand pavilion, sacred fame reports O wbat voluminous instruction here !
The sable curtain drawn. If not, can none What page of wisdom is denied him? None; Of thy fair daughter-train, so swift of wing, If learning his chief lesson makes him wise. Who travel far, discover where he dwells ? Nor is instruction, here, our only gain;
A star his dwelling pointed out lielow. There dwells a noble pathos in the skies,
Ye Pleides! Arcturus! Mazaroth ! Which warms our passions, proselytes our hearts. And thou, Orion! of still keener eye! How eloquently shines the glowing pole!
Say ye, who guide the wilder'd in the waves, With what authority it gives its charge,
And bring them out of tempest into port! Remonstrating great truths in style sublime, on which hand inust I bend my course to find him? Though silent, loud! heard Earth around; above These courtiers keep the secret of their King ; The planets heard; and not unheard in Hell ; I wake whole nights, in rain, to steal it from them. Hell has her wonder, though too proud to praise. I wake; and, waking, climb night's radiant scale, Is Earth, then, more infernal? has she those, From sphere to sphere; the steps by Nature set Who neither praise (Lorenzo) nor admire
For man's ascent; at once to tenipt and aid ; Lorenzo's admiration, pre-engag'd,
To tempt his eye, and aid his towering thought; Ne'er ask'd the Moon one question; never held Till it arrives at ihe great God of all. Least correspondence with a single star;
In ardent contemplation's rapid car, Ne'er rear'd an altar to the queen of Heaven From Eartn, as from my barrier, 1 set out. Walking in brightness; or her traia ador'd. How swift I mount! diminish'd Earth recedes; Their sublunary rivals have long since
I pass the Moon; and, from her farther side, Engross'd his whole devotion ; stars malign, Pierce Hearen's blue curtain ; strike into remole ; Which made the fond astronomer run mad; Where, with his lifted tube, the subtle sage Darken his intellect, corrupt his heart;
His artificial, airy journey takes, Cause hion to sacrifice his fame and peace
And to celestial lengthens human sight. To momentary madness, call'd delight.
I pause at every pinnet on my road, Idolater, more gross than ever kiss'd
And ask for him who gives their orbs to roll, The lifted hand to Luna, or pour'd out
Their foreheads fair to shine. From Saturn's ring, The blood to Jove !-0 thou, to whom belongs In which, of Earths an army might be lost, All sacrifice ! ( thou Great Jore unfeign'd; With the bold comet take my bulder flight, Divine Instructor! Thy first volume, this,
Amid those sovereign glories of the skies, For man's perusal; all in capitals !
Of independent, native lustre, proud ; In Moon, and stars (Heaven's golden alphabet !) The souls of systems! and the lords of life, Emblaz'd to seize the sight; who runs, may read; Through their wide empires !_Wbat behold I now ? Who reads, can understand. 'Tis unconfin'd A wilderness of wonder burning round ; To Christian land, or Jewry; fairly writ
Where larger suns inhabit higher spheres;
Perhaps the villas of descending gods;
The grandeur on his works, whence folly sought Which oft refers its reader to the skies,
For aid, to reason sets his glory higher; As pre-supposing his first lesson there,
Who built thus high for worins (mere worms to him) And scripture self a fragment, that unread.
O where, Lorenzo! must the Builder dwell ? Stupendous book of wisdom, to the wise ;
Pause, then; and, for a moment, here respire Stupendous bouk! and open'd, Night! by thee. If human thought can keep its station here.
By thee much open'd, I confess, O Night! Where am I?-Where is Earth ?---Nay, u here art Yet more I wish; but how shall I prevail ?
thou, Say, gentle Night! whose modest, maiden beams Sun? Is the Sun turn'd recluse...And are Give us a new creation, and present
His boasted expeditions short to mine? The world's great picture soften’d to the sight; To mine, how short! On Nature's alps I stand, Nay, kinder far, far more indulgent still,
And see a thousand tirmaments beneath! Say, thou, whose mild dominion's silver key A thousand systems ! as a thousand grains! Unlocks our hernisphere, and sets to view
So much a stranger, and so late arriv'd, Worlds beyond number; worlds conceal’d by day | How can man's curious spirit not inquire, Behind the proud, and envious star of noon! What are the natives of this world sublime, Canst thou not draw a deeper scene? And show Of ibis so foreign, un-terrestrial sphere, The mighty potentate, to whom belong
Where mortal, untranslated, never stray'd ? These rich regalia pompously display'd
“ ( ye, as distant fruin my little home, To kindle that high hope? Like him of Uz, As swiftest sun-beams in an age can fly ! I gaze around; I search on every side
Far from my native element I roam,
In quest of new, and wonderful, to man.
But this is all digression : where is he, What pmvince this, of his immense domain, That o'er Heaven's battlements the felon hurl'd Whom all obeys ? or mortals here, or gods? To groans, and chains, and darkness? Where is he, Ye borderers on the coasts of bliss ! what are you? | Who secs creation's summit in a vale ? A colony from Heaven) Or, only rais'd,
He, a hom, while man is man, he can't but seek ; By frequent vizii from Heaven's neighbouring realms, And if he finds, commences more than man? To secondary gods, and half divine ?
O for a telescope his throne to reach ! Whate'er your nature, this is past dispute, Tell me, ye leam'd on Earth! or blest above! Far other life you live, far other tongue
Ye searching, ye Newtonian angels! tell, You talk, far other thought, perhaps, you think, Where, your great master's orb: His planets, where? Than man How various are the works of God! Those conscious satellites, those morning-stars, But say, what thought? is reason here enthron'd, First-burn of Deity! from central love, And absolute? or sense in arms against her? By veneration most profound, thrown off; Have you two lights? or need you no reveald? By sweet attraction, no less strongly drawn; Enjoy your happy realms their golden age ? Aw'd, and yet rapturd; raptur’d, yet serene; And had your Eden an abstemious Eve?
Past thought illustrious, but with borrow'd beams; Our Eve's fair daughters prove their pedigree, In still approaching circles, still remote, And ask their Adams--'Who would not be wise ! Revolving round the Sun's eternal Sire? Or, if your mother fell, are you redeem'd ?
Or sent, in lines direct, on embassies And if redeem'd—is your Redeemer scorn'd? To nations-in what latitude? - Beyond Is this your final residence? if not,
Terrestrial thought's horizon !- And on what Change you your scene, translated ? or by death? High errands sent ? --Here human effort ends; And if by death, ichat death?- know you diseaseAnd leaves me still a stranger to his throne. Or horrid war --With war, this fatal hour,
Full well it might! I quite mistook my road. Europa groans (so call we a small field,
Born in an age more curious than devout; Where kings run mad). In our world, Death de- More fond to fix the place of Heaven, or Hell, putes,
Than studious this to shun, or that secure. Intemperance to do the work of age;
'Tis not the curious, but the pious path, And hanging up the quiver Nature gave him, That leads me to my point: Lorenzo! know, As slow of execution, for dispatch
Without or star, or angel, for their guide, Sends forth imperial butchers; bids them slay Who worship God, shall find him. Humble love, Their sheep (the -illy sheep they fleec'd before), And not prond reason, keeps the door of Heaven; And toss him twice ten thousand at a meal. Lore finds adınission, where proud science fails. Sit all your executioners on thrones?
Man's science is the culture of his heart; With you, can rage for plunder make a god ? And not to lose his plumbet in the depths And bloodshed wash out every other stain ?
Of Nature, or the more profound of God. But you, perhaps, can't bleed: from matter gross Either to know, is an attempt that sets Your spirits clean, are delicately clad
The wisest on a level with the fool. In fine-spun ether, privileg'd to soar,
To fathom Nature (ill-attempted here !) Unloaded, uninfected; how unlike
Past doubt is deep philosopby above ; The lot of man! How few of human race
Higher degrees in bliss archangels take, By their own mud unmurder'd! How we wage As deeper learn'd; the deepest, learning still. Self-war eternal! Is your painful day
For, what a thunder of Omnipotence Of hardy cooflict o'er? Or, are you still
(So might I dare to speak) is seen in all ! Raw candidates at school ? And have you those In man ! in Earth! in more amazing skies ! Who disaffect reversions, as with us
Teaching this lesson, pride is loth to learn But what are we? You never heard of man; “Not deeply to discern, not much to know, Or Earth, the bedlam of the universe !
Mankind was born to wonder, and adore.” Where reason (undiscas'd with you) runs mad, And is there cause for higher wonder still, And nurses folly's children as her oun ;
Than that which struck us from our past surveys ? Fond of the foulest. In the sacred mount
Yes; and for deeper adoration too. Of holiness, where reason is pronounc'd
From my late airy travel unconfin'd, Infallible; and thunders, like a god;
Have I learu'd nothing ?-Ves, Lorenzo! this; E'en there, by saints, the demons are outdone ; Each of these stars is a religious house; What these think wrong, our saints refine to right; I saw their altars smoke, their incense rise ; And kindly teach dull Hell her own black arts; And heard hosannas ring through every sphere, Satan, instructed, o'er their morals smiles.
A seminary fraught with future gods. But this, how strange to you, who know not man! Nature all o'er is consecrated ground, Has the least rumour of our race arriv'd ?
Teeming with growths immortal and divine. Callid here Elijah in his fiaining car?
The great proprietor's all-bounteous hand Pass'd by you the good Enoch, on bis road Leaves nothing waste; but sows these fiery fields To those fair fields, whence Lucifer was hürld; With seeds of reason, which to virtues rise Who brush'd, perhaps, your sphere in his descent, Beneath his genial ray: and, if escap'd Stain'd your pure crystal ether, or let fall
The pestilential blasts of stubborn will, A short eclipse from his portentous shade?
When grown mature, are gather'd for the skies. O! that the fiend had lodg'd on some broad orb And is devotion thought too much on Earth, Athwart his way; nor reach'd his present home, When beings, so superior, homage boast, Then blackend Earth with footsteps foul'd in Hell, and triumph in prostration to the throne ? Nor wash'd in ocean, as froin Rome he pass'd But wherefore more of planets, or of stars? To Britain's isle; loo, loo, conspicuous there !” Ethereal journeys, and, discover'd there,