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And lift thine Eye (if bold an Eye to lift,
If bold to meet the Face of injur'd Heaven)
To yonder Stars : For other Ends they shine,
Than to light Revellers from Shame to Shame,
And, thus, be made Accomplices in Guilt.

Why from yon Arch, that Infinite of Space, With Infinite of lucid Orbs replete, Which set the living Firmament on Fire, At the first Glance, in such an Overwhelm Of Wonderful, on Man's astonish'd Sight, Rushes OMNIPOTENCE? –To curb our Pride; Our Reason rouse, and lead it to that Power, Whose Love lets down these Silver Chains of Light; To draw up Man's Ambition to Himself, And bind our chaste Affe&tions to His Throne. Thus the Three Virtues, least alive on Earth, And welcom'd on Heav'n's Coast with most Applause, An Humble, Pure, and Heavnly-minded Heart, Are bere inspir’d :-And canst thou gaze too long?

Nor stands thy Wrath depriv'd of its Reproof,
Or un-upbraided by this radiant Choir.
The Planets of each System represent
Kind Neighbours; mutual Amity prevails;
Sweet Interchange of Rays, receiv'd, return'd;
Enlightning, and enlighten'd! All, at once,
Attracting, and attracted ! Patriot-like,
None sins against the Welfare of the Whole ;


But their reciprocal, unselfish Aid,
Affords an Emblem of Millennial Love.
Nothing in Nature, much less conscious Being,
Was e'er created solely for Itself:
Thus Man his rov'reign Duty learns in this
Material Picture of Benevolence.

And know, of all our supercilious Race, Thou most inflammable! Thou Wasp of Men! Man's angry Heart, inspeEted, would be found As rightly set, as are the starry Spheres ; 'Tis Nature's Structure, broke by stubborn will, Breeds all that un-celestial Discord there. Wilt thou not feel the Bias Nature gave ? Canst thou descend from Converse with the Skies, And seize thy Brother's Throat ? --For what-a Clod, An Inch of Earth? The Planets cry, “ Forbear.” They chase our double Darkness; Nature's Gloom, And (kinder still !) our intellectual Night.

And see, Day's amiable Sister sends
Her Invitation, in the softest Rays
Of mitigated Lustre; courts thy Sight,
Which suffers from her Tyrant-Brother's Blaze.
Night grants thee the full Freedom of the Skies,
Nor rudely reprimands thy lifted Eye;
With Gain, and Joy, she bribes thee to be wise.
Night opes the noblest Scenes, and sheds an Awe,
Which gives those venerable Scenes full Weight,


And deep Reception, in th’intender'd Heart;
While Light peeps thro' the Darkness, like a Spy;
And Darkness shews its Grandeur by the Light..
Nor is the Profit greater than the Foy,
If human Hearts at glorious Objects glow, i
And Admiration can inspire Delight.

What speak I more, than I, this Moment, feel? With pleasing Stupor first the Soul is struck (Stupor ordain’d to make her truly Wise!):. ,, Then into Transport starting from her Trance, With Love, and Admiration, how she glows ! This gorgeous Apparatus ! This Display! This Oftentation of creative Power! This Theatre !—what Eye can take it in? : : By what divine Inchantment was it rais'd, .. For Minds of the first Magnitude to launch In endless Speculation, and adore? One Sun by Day, by Night Ten thousand shine; And light us deep into the DEITY, How boundless in Magnificence and Might? O what a Confluence of ethereal Fires, From Urns unnumber'd, down the Steep of Heaven, Streams to a Point, and centres in my Sight! Nor tarries there, I feel it at my Heart. My Heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts ; Lays it in Dust, and calls it to the Skies. Who sees it, unexalted, and unaw'd ? Who fees it, and can stop at what is seen?




Material Offspring of OMNIPOTENCB!
Inanimate, All-animating Birth! ***..
Work worthy Him who made it! Worthy Praise!
All Praise! Praise more than human! nor deny'd
Thy Praise Divine! —But tho’Man, drown'd in Sleep,
With-holds his Homage, 'not alone I wake;
Bright Legions swarm unseen, and sing, unheard
By mortal Ear, the glorious Architect,
In This His universal Temple, hung
With Lustres, with innumerable Lights,
That shed Religion on the Soul; at once,
The Temple, and the Preacher ! O how loud
It calls Devotion! genuine Growth of Night!

Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout Astronomer is mad. ; True ; All Things speak a GOD; but in the Small, Men trace out Him; in Great, He feizes Man. Seizes, and elevates, and raps, and fills With new Inquiries, ’mid Associates new. Tell me, ye Stars!'ye Planets ! tell me, all Ye Starr'd, and Planeted, Inhabitants ! What is it? What are these Sons of Wonder? Say, proud Arch! (Within whose azure Palaces they dwell) Built with Divine Ambition! in Disdain Of Limit built! built in the Taste of Heaven! Vast Concave! Ample Dome! Walt thou design’d i A meet Apartment for the DEITY?Not fo; That Thought alone thy State impairs,


Thy Lofty sinks, and shallows thy Profound,
And streightens thy Diffusive; dwarfs the Whole,
And makes an Universe an Orrery.

But when I drop mine Eye, and look on Man, Thy Right regain’d, thy Grandeur is restorid, O Naturé ! wide flies off th’ expanding Rounde As when whole Magazines, at once, are fir'd The smitten Air is hollow'd by the Blow; The vast Displotion dissipates the Clouds ; Shock'd Æther's Billows dash the distant Skies ; Thus (but far more) th expanding Round flies off, And leaves a mighty Void, a spacious Womb, Might teem with new Creation's re-inflam'd Thy Luminaries triumph, and assume : Divinity themselves. Nor was it strange, Matter high-wrought to such surprising Pompy Such godlike Glory, stole the Style of Gods, From Ages dark, obtuse, and steep'd in Senfe ; For, sure, to Sense, they truly are divine, And half-abfoly'd Idolatry from Guilt ; Nay, turn'd it into Virtue. Such it was In those, who put forth all they had of Man Unlost, to lift their Thought, nor mounted higher; But, weak of Wing, on Planets perch'd ; and thought What was their Highest, must be their Ador'd.

But They how weak, who could no higher mount? And are there, then, LORENZO ! Those, to whom .

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