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Ye sable clouds ! ye darkest shades of night! For me, to trespass on the brutal rights ?
Hide him, for ever hide him, from my thought, Too much for hear'n 10 make one emmer more!
Once all my comfort; source and soul of joy! Too much for chaos to perniit my mass

" know his achievements! study his renown! A longer stay with essences unwrought, Contemplate this amazing universe,

Unfashioned, untoriented into man? Dropt from his hand, with miracles replete! Wretched prefermene to this round of pains ! For what? Mid miracles of nobler name, Wretched capacity of phrensy, thought! To find one wiracle of misery!

Wreiched capacity of dying, life! To find the being, which alone can know, Life, thought, worih, wisdom,all (ol. foul resolt!) And praise his works, a bleinish on his praise? Once friends to perice, gone over 10 the foe. Thro' nature's ample range, in thought to stray 1.“ Death then has chung'd its nature too; O And start at man, the single mourner there,

death, Breathing high hope! chain'd down to pangs, Come to my bosom, thou best gift of heav'n! and death!

Best friend of wan! since man is man no more. " Knowing is suff'ring: and shall virtue shiro Why in this thoruy wilderness so long, The sigh of knowledge? virtue shares the sigh. Since there's no proinis'd land's ambrosialbow't? By straining up the sleep of excellent, s', But why this suinptuous insult o'er our heads ? By battles fought, and from temptation won, Why this illustrious canopy display'd? What gains she, but the pang of seeing worth, Why so magnificently lodg'd despair? Angelic worth, soon, shuffled in the dark At stated periods sure returning, roll, With ev'ry rice, and swept to brutal dust? --- These glorious orbs, that mortals may compute

“ Duty ; Religion ! these, our duty done, Their length of labors, and of pains ; nor lose , Imply reward. Religion is nuistake: · Their nisery's full measurei masinileswith flow'rs, Duty? there's none, but to repel the cheat and fruits promiscuous, eversteeming earth. . Ye cheats! away ; ye daughters of my pride! That inan inay languish in luxurious scenes, Who feign yourselves thé fav'sites of the skies; And in an Eden mourn his with'ring joys? Ye tow'ring hupes! abortive energie; !

Claim earth and skies man's adıniravjon, due That toss and tumble in my lying breast, For sách delights! blest animals!.00 wise To scale the skies, and build presumption there, To wonder ; and too happy to coniplain! ! As I were heir of eternity;


“Qurdoom decreed denrands a nivurnful scene; Vain, vajn ambitions! trouble me no more. Why not a dungeon dark for the condemn'd? As bounded as my being, be my wish. 2: Why not the dragon's subterranean den, All is inverted, wisdom is a fool;

For man to howl in why not his abude Sense! take the rein; blind passion! drive us on ; Of ihe same disnal color with his fate?. And, ignorance ! befriend us on our way; TA Thebes, a Babylon, at vast expence ! Yes'; give the pulse full empire ; live the brute, of time, toil, treasure, art, for owls and adders, Since, as the brute, we die : the sum of man, As congruous, as, for man, this lofty dome Oi godlike map! to revel, anri to rot.

Which prompts proud ihought, and kindles high " But noton equal terms with other brutes : 1 desire, Their revels a more poignant relish yield, If from her humble chamber in thedust, Aames, And safer too, they never poisons choose. [meals, While proud thought sweUs, and high desire in. Insunct, than reason, makes more wholesome The poor worm calls us for her inmates there; And sends all-marrinz murinur far away. And round us death's inexorable hand For sensual life they best philosophise; Draws the dark curtain close; undrawn no miore. 'Thcirs, that serene, the sages sought in vain : “ Undrawn no more? behind the cloud of "l'is man alone expostulates with heaven, Once I heheld a sun; a sun which gilt Feleath, His, all the pow'r, and all the cause to mourn. That sable cloud, and turn'd it all to yold: Shall human eyes alone dissolve in tears? How the grave's alter'd! fathomless as hell! And bleed, in anguish, none but human hearts? Annihilation! how it yawns before me! The wide-streicht realm of intellectual woe, Next moment I may drop from thought, from Surpassing sensual far, is all our own. | The privilege of angels, and of worms, [sense, In life so fatally distinguished, why

An ontcast from existence! and this spirit, Cast in one lot, confounded, lumpt, in death? This all-pervading, this all-conscious soul, “ And why then have we thought? To toil and This particle of energy divine, eat, .

(thought. Which travels mature, flies from star to star, Then make our bed in darkness, needs no And visits gods, and emulates their pow'rs, What superfluities are reas'ning souls !

For ever is extinguish'd. Horror! death! Oh give eternity! or thought destroy.

Death of that death I fearless once survey'd, But without thought our curse were half unfelt! When horror universal shall descend, Its llunted edgewould spare the throbbing heart; And heaven's dark concave urn all human race, And therefore 'tis bestow'd. I thank thee, reason, On that enormous, unrefunding tomb, For aiding life's too small calamities,

How just this verse! this monumental sigh! And giving being to the dread of death.

Beneath the lumber of demolish'd worlds, Such are thy bounties! - Was it then too much Of matter, never dignify'd with life,


Here lie proud rationals; the sons of heav'n | Where nought substantial, but our misery?
The lords of earth! the property of worms ! A world, where dark, mysterious vanity
Beings of yesterday, and not to-morrow ! : Of good and ill the distant colors blends,
Who lwd in terror, and in pangs expird." Contounds all reason, and all hope destroys :
Andart thou then a shadow ? less than shadows) A world so far from great (and yet how great
A nothing less than nothing? To have been,

It shines to thee !) there's nothing real in it; And not to be, is lower than unborn. .

Being, a shadow ! consciousness, a dream!

A dream how dreadful! universal blank, Art thou ambitious, why then make the worn

| Before it, and behind ! poor man a spark . Thine equal ? runs thy taste of pleasure high? Why patronise şure death of erery joy?

From non-existence struck by wrath divine, Charm riches? why choose begg ry in the grave. L'Midst upper, nether, and surrounding night,

Glitt'ring a moment, nor that moment sure, Of ev'ry hope a bankrupt! and for ever? Dar’st thou persisti And is there noughton earth | His sad, syre, sudden, and eternal tomb. But a long train of transitory forins, Rișing, and breaking, millions in an hour? § 229. The World a System of Theology.. Bubbles of a fantastic lord, blown up

The skies above proclaim immortal man, In sport, and then in cruelty (lestroy'd ?

And man immortal all below resounds. Oh! for what crime, unmerciful Lorenzo, The world's a system of theology, Destroys thy scheme the whole of human race? Read by the greatest strangers to the schools, Kind is fell Lucifer compard to thee: . If honest, learn'd; and sages o'er a plough. Oh! spare this waste of being half divine;

What then is unbelief? 'tis an exploit : And vindicate th' æconomy of heav'n. i

JA strenuous enterprise : to gain it, man

Must burst thro' ev'ry bar of common sense, $ 926. The Annihilation of Man, incon JOf common shame, magnanimously wrong;

patible with the Goodness of God. And what rewards the sturdy combatants Heav'x is all love; all joy in giving joy; .

His prize, repentance; infamy, his crown. . It never had created, but to bless; And shall it then strike off the list of life, $ 230. Virtue the Fruit of Immortality.. A being blest, or worthy so to be?

Tue virtues grow on immortality; Heav'n starts at an annihilating God. ;

That root destroy'd, they wilier and expire,

A Deity believ'd will nought avail; 227. The Guilty alone wish for Annihilation. | Rewards and punishments make God ador'd;. Is that, all nature starts at, thy desire ? | And hopes and fears give conscience all her Art such a clod to wish thyself all clay? As in the dying parent dies the child, (pow'r, What is that dreadful wish the dying groan

Virtue with imunortality expires. Of nature murder'd by the blackest guilt:

Who tells me he denies his soul iminortal, What deadly poison has thy nature drank?

Whate'er his boast, has told me, he's a knave. To nature undebauch'd no shock so great;

His duty, 'tis to love himself alone, i Nature's first wish is endless happiness;

Nor care, tho' mankind perish, if he smiles. Tare Annihilation is an after-thought,

And are there such? -Such candidates there A monstrous wish, unborn, till virtue dies.

For more than death; for utter loss of being; And oh! what depth of horror lies inclos'd! Is it in words to paint you? O ye fall'n! For non-existence no man ever wish'd, Fall’n from the wings of reason, and of hope! But first he wish'd the Deity destroy'd.

Erect in stature, prone in appetite!

Patrons of pleasure, posting into pain!

: Boasters of liberty, fast-bound in chains ! $ 228. No spiritual Substance annihilated.

More senseless than th' irrationals you scorn! Tuisks't thou omnipotence a naked root, Far more undone! () ve most infainous , Each blossom fair of Deity destroy'd?

of beings, from superior dignity! . Nothing is dead; nay, nothing sleeps; each soul and are you, too, convinc'd, your souls fly off That ever animated human clay,

In exhalation soft, and die in air, Now wakes; is on the wing: and when the call | From the full flood of evidence against you? Oi that loud trump collects us round heav'ns In the course drudgeries, and sinks of sense, , conglob 4. we bask in everlasting day. Lihrone, | Your souls have quite worn out the inake of How bright this prospect shines! how gloomy heav'n . . thine!

By vice new-cast, and creatures of your own. A trembling world! and a devouring God! Farth, but the shambles of omnipotence! lieas 'ns face all stain'd with causeless massacres

$ 231. Free-thinking. Of countless millions, born to feel the pang |This is free-thinking, unconfin'd to parts, Of being lost. Lorenzo! can it be!

| To send the soul, on curious travel bent, This birls us shudder at the thoughts of life. Thro' all the provinces of human thought, Who would bu born to such a phantom world, To dart her fight thro' the whole sphere of inan;

To look on truth unbroken, and entire; And he that would be barrid capacity
Truth in the system, the full orb; where truths Of pain, courts incapacity of bliss.
By trutlis enlighten'd, and sustain'd, afford Heav'n wills our happiness, allows our doom ;
An arch-like, strong foundation, to support Invites us ardently, but not compels;
Th'incumbent weight of absolute, complete Man falls by inan, is finally he falls;
Conviction; here, the more we press, wc stand And fall he must, who learns from death alone
More firm ; who most examine, most believe. The dreadful secret, - that he lives for ever.
Parts, like half scntences, confound; the whole Why this to thee? thee yet perhaps in doubt
Conveys the sense, and God is understood; of second life : but wherefore doubtful still?
Who not in fragınents writes to human race; Eternal life is nature's ardent wish:
Read his whole volume, sceptic! then, reply. What ardently we wish, ve soon believe:
This, this is thunking free, a thouglit that Thy tardy faith declares that wish destroyid:

What has destroy'd it?-shall I tell thee, what?
Beyond a grain, and lookɛ beyond an hour. When feared the future, 'tis no longer wisho,
Turn up thine eyes, survey this midnight scene; And when unwish'd, we strive to disbelieve.
What are earth's kingdoms to von boundless orbs
Of human souls, one day, the destin'd range? • $233. The Gospel.
And what yon boundless orbs to godlike man?
Thosenumerousworldsthatthrongthe firmament.

INSTEAD of racking fancy, to refute, And ask inore space in heaven, can roll at large;

Reform thy manners, and the truth enjoy. In man's capacious thought, and still have room

From purer manners, to sublimer faith, For ampler orbs, for row creations, there.

Is nature's unavoidable ascent ;

An honest deist, where the gospel shines, A point of no dimension, or no weight?

Matur'd to nobler, in the Christian ends. It can; it does : the world is such a point,

When that blest change arrives, e'en cast aside And of that point how small a part enslaves.

This song superfluous; life immortal strikes How small a part-of nothing, shall I say?

Conviction, in a flood of light divine.

JA Christian dwells, like Uriel in the sun : Why not? - friends, our chief treasure, how they drop ?

Meridian evidence puts doubt to flight; How the world falls to pieces round about us,

And ardent hope anticipates the skies. And leaves us in a ruin of our joy!

Read, and revere the sacred page; a page What says this transportation of my friends!

Where triumphs immortality; a page It bids me love the place where now they dwell,

Which not the whole crcation could produce; And scorn this wreiched spot, they leave so poor.

Which not the conflagration shall destroy ;

00! | In nature's ruins no one letter lost: Eternity's rast occan lays before thee; Give thy mind sea-roon: keep it wide of earth. I'Tis printed in the minds of gods for ever. That rock of souls immortal ; cut thy cord; Weigh anchor; spread thy sails; call ev'ry wind; $ 234, The Mystery of a Future State, no Ege rhy great Pole-star : make the land of life.

Argument against it.

Srill seems it strange, that thou shouldst lire .$ 232. Rational and Inimal Life.

for ever? Two kinds of life has double-natur'd man, . Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all? And two of death ; the last far more severe. This is a miracle; and that no more. Life animal is murtur'd by the sun;

Who gave beginning, can exclude an end ; Thrives on its bounties, triumphs in its beams. Deny ihou art, theni, doubt if thou shalt be. Life rational subsists on higher food,

A miracle, with miracles inclos'd, Triumphant in his beains who made the day.

Is man! and starts his faith at what is strange? When we leave that sun, and are left by this,

What less than wonders froin the Wonderful? (The fate of all who die in stahborn guilt)

What less than miracles from God can flow? "Tis utter darkness; strictly, double death.

| Adinit a God, that mystery supreme! We sink by no judicial stroke of heav'n,

That cause unicausid! all other wonders cease ; Bat nature's course; as sure as plummets fall. |

Nothing is marvellous for him to do: · If then that double death should prove thy lot, | Deny him-all is mystery besides.

We nothing know, but what is marvellous : Man shall be blest, as far as man permits.

Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe. Not man alone, all rationals heav'n arms

So weak our reason, and so great our God,
With an illustrious, but tremendous, pow's, What most surprises in the sacred page,
To counteract its own most gracious ends: Tor full as strange, or stranger, must be trie.
And this, of strict necessity, not choice.

Faith is not reason's labor, but repose.
That pow'r deny'd, men, angels, were no more
But passive engines, void of praise, or blame.
A nature rational implies the pow's

$ 235. Hope. Of being bless'il, or wretched, as we please; Hope, of all passions, most befriends us here: Else idle reason would have nought to do; Joy has her tears; and transport has her death;


Ilope, like a cordial, innocent, tho strong They still are men; and when is man secure?
Yan's heart, at once, inspirits and serenes i As fetal time as storin! the rush of years
Nor makes him pay his wisdom for his joys; Beats down their strength : their numberless
"Tis all our present state can safely bcar,

escapcs Health to the frane! and vigor to the mind! In ruin end. and now their proud sucerss And to the modest eve chasus'd delight ! But plants new torrors on the victor's brow: Like the fair summer-crraing, mild, and gwoet! What pain to quit the world justidade their own, "Tis man's full cup; his paradise below! Their nest so deeply down'd, and built so high!

Too low they build, who build beneath the stars $ 236. XIGIT VIII. Worldly Pursuits.

$ 238. The Love of Distinction. Oy life's gay stage, one inch above the grave, AMBITION! pleasure! let us talk of these : The proud run up and down in quest of eyes : Dost grasp at greatness ? first know what it is :1 The sensual, in pursuit of soinething worse; 'Think stihon thy grcatness in distinction lies? The grave of gold; the politic, of pow'r; Not in the feather, wave it e'er so high, And all, of other butterflies, as vain.

Is glory lodgid: 'tis lodgid in die reverse ; As eddies draw things frivolous, and light, in that which joins, in that which equals all, How is man's heart by vanity drawn in; The monarch, and his slave-“A deathless soul, On the swift circle of returning toys,

Onbounded prospect, and immortal kin, Whirld, straw-like, round and round, and then I father God, and brothers in the skies!" ingulph'a,

| We wisely strip the steed we mean to buy: Where gay delusion darkens to despair ! Judge ve, in their caparisons, of men ?

It nought avails thee, where, but what thou art:

| All the distinctions of this little life. 8937. Human Life compared to the Ocoan. Are quite cutaneous, foreign to the man: (creep, OCEAN! thou dreadful and tumultuous home | When thro'death's streightsearth's subtileserpents Of dangers, at eternal war with man! " Which wriggle into wealih, or climb renown, Death's capital ! where inost he dumineers, They leave their party-color'd rote belind, With all his chosen terrors frowning round, All ihat now glitiers, while they rear aloft Tho' lately feasted high at Albion's cost, Their brazen crests, and hiss at us below: Wide op'ning, and loud roaring till for more! How mean that snuff of glory fortune lights, Too faithful mirror! how dost thou reflect And death puts out! dost thou demand a test. The melancholy face of human life!

A test at once infallible and short,
The strong resemblance tempts me farther still ! Of real greainess ? that man greatly lives,
Ard, haply, Britain may be deeper struck Whate'er bis fate or fame, who greatly dies :
By moral truth, in such a mirror seen, | High Aush'd with hope, where heroes shall
Which nature holes for ever at her eye.

Self-Aatter'd, unexperienc'd, high in hope,
When young, with sanguine cheer and streamers
We cuí our cable, launch into the world, gay,

$ 239. Pleasure.
And fondlydream each wind and star our friend ; Though somewhat disconcerted, steady still
All in some darling enterprise embark'd : To the world's cause, with haif a face of joy,',
But where is he can fathom its event ?

Lorenzo cries, “ Bc, then, ambition cast; Amit a multitude of artless hands,

Ambition's dearer far stands unimpeach'd. Ruiu's sure perquisite! her lawful prize! Gay pleasure! proud ambition is hier slave: Some steer aright: but the black blast blows hard, Who can resist her charnis ?" - Or, should ? And puffs them wide of hope: with hearts of Lorenzo! proof

What mortal shall resist, where angels yield ? Full against wind, and tide, some win their way; Pleasure's the mistress of etherial pow'rs; And when strong effort has deserv'd the port, Pleasure's the mistress of the world below: And tugg'd it into view, 'tis won! 'tis lost! How would all stagnate, but for pleasure's ray? They strike ; and, while they triumph, they What is the pulse of this so busy world? expire.

The love of pleasure: that, through og'ry rein, In stress of weather, most: some sink outright; Throws motion, warmth; and shuts out death O'er them and o'er their names the billows close; from life. . To.morrow knows not they were ever born: 1. Tho' various are the tempers of mankind, Others a shiort memorial leave behind; Pleagure's gay family holds all in chains. Like a flag floating, when the bark's ingulph'd, Some most affect the black; and some she fair: It floats a moment, and is scen no more; Whatc'er the motive, pleasure is the mark: One Cæsar lives, a thousand are forgot. For her the black assassin draws his sword; . How few beneath auspicious planets born, Forher,dark statesmen trimtheir midright-lampa With swelling sails makcgood the promisid port, To which no single sacrifice may fall; With all their wishes freighted! Yereven these, The Stoic proud, for pleasure, pleasure scorn'd; Freighted with all their wishes, soon complain: For her, affliction's daughters grief indulge,

And find, or hope, a luxury in tears : | A Deity ador'd, is joy advanc'd;
For her, guilt, shaine, toil, langer, we defy, | A Deity belor'd, is joy matur'd.
And, with an aim voluptuous, rush on death: Each branch of piety delight inspires :
Thas universal her despotic powr.

Faithbuilds a bridgettoin this world to the next,
Patron of pleasure? I thy rival am ; | O'er Death's dark gulph, and all its horror hides;
Pleasure, the purpose of my gloomy song. Praise, the swect exhalation of our joy,
Pleasure is noughi but vistue's gaver name . That joy exalts, and makes it sweeter still;
I wrong her still, I rate ber worth too low : Pray'r ardent opens heaven, lets down a stream
Virtue ihe root, and pleasure is the flow'r. Of glory, on the consecrated hour

The love of pleasure is man's eldest-born, Of man, in audience with the Deity. Born in his cradle, lising to his tomb: . | Who worships the great God, that instant joins Wisdom, her younger sister, tho' more grave, . The first in heav'n, and sets his foot on hell. Was meant to minister, and not to mar Imperial pleasure, queen of human hcarts. I $ 243. Resources of a Dejected blind.

Art thou dejected ? is thy mind o'ercast? $2:0. Rise of Pleasure.

| Thy gloom to chase, go, fix some weighty First, pleasure's birih, rise, strength, anll. truth; .

(good; grandeur see,

| Chain down some passion; do some gen'rous Brouchi forth by wisdom, nurs'd by discipline, | Teach ignorance to see; or grief to smile! By patience taugbt, by perseverance crown'd, Correct ily friend; befriend thy greatest foe; She rears her head majestic ; round her throne, 1 Or, with warm heart, and confidence divine, Erected in the bosom of the just,

Spring up, and lay strong hold on him who Each virtue listed, from her manly guard :

made thee For what are virtires ? (formidable name !)

| Thy glouni is scatter'd, sprightly spirits flow; What, but the fountain, or defence of joy? | The' withird is thy'vine, and harp unstrung. Great legislator! scarce so great as kind !

Dost call the bowl, the viol, and the dance, If men are rational, and love delight,

| Loud mirth, mad laughter? wretched comforters, Thy gracious law but flatters human choice : Physicians! more than half of thy disease, In the transgression lies the penalty ;

Laughter, cho never censurd yet as sin, And they the most indulge, who most obey.

Is half-iminoral. Is it much indulg'd?

By venting spleen, or dissipating thought, $ 241. The End of Pleasure.

It show's a scorner, or it makes a fool;

And sins, as hurting others, or ourselves. Of pleasure, next, the final cause explore; The house of laughier makes a house of woc: . Its mighty purpose, its important end,

What cause for triumph, where suchills abound? Not to turn human brutal, but to build

What for dejection, where presides a pow's, Divine on human, pleasure came from heav'n: Who called us into being to be bless'd ? In aid to reason was the goddess sent,

So grieve, as conscious grief may rise to joy ; To call up all its strength by such a charm, So jov, as conscious joy to grief may fall : Pleasure first succours virtue; in return, Mosi true; a wise man never will be sad ;. Virtue gives pleasure an eternal reign.

But neither will sonorous, bubbling mirih
What, but the pleasure of food, friendship, faith, | A shallow stream of happiness betray;
Supports life natural, civil, and divine?" Too happy to be sportive, he's serene.
It serves ourselves, our species, and our God;

|_Retire, and read thy bible, to be gay., Glide then for ever, pleasure's sacred stream! Their truths abound of sov'reign aid to peace : Through Eden as Euphrates ran, it runs, Ah! do not prize them less, because inspird ; And fosters ev'ry growth of happy life; If not inspird, that pregnant page had stood, Makes a new Eden where it Nows.

Timie's treasure ! and the wonder of the wise!

But these, thou think'st are gloomy paths to § 242. Virtue and Piety. .

::joy. « Is virtue, then, and piety the same?":

True joy in sunshine ne'er was found at first : No: -piety is more; 'tis virtue's source;

| They first, themselves offend, who greatly please, Mother of ev'ry worth, as that of jov,

And travel only gives us sound repose.. With piety begins all good on earth;

Heaven sells all pleasure; effort is the price; ' Conscience, her first law broken, wounded lies;

The joys of conquest are the joys of man; . Enfeebled, lifeless, impotent to good,

And glory the victorious laurels spreads. A feign'd affection bounds her utmost power: T

TO'er pleasure's pure, perpetual, placid stream. »

piciou Some we can't love, but for the Almighty's sake; . A foe to God was ne'er true friend to mani'

$ 244. A Man of Pleasure is a Man of Painsi On piety, humanity is built ; .'. . There is a time, when toil must be prefert'd, And, on humanity much happiness. . '.*:Or joy, by mistim'd fondness is undone. And yet still more on piety iiself, ...." A min of pleasure is a man of pains. *?. A Deity believ'd, is joy begun; . Thou wilt not take the trouble to be bless'd.

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