SHALL All, but Man, look out with ardent Eye, For that Great Day, which was ordain'd for Man ? O Day of Confummation! Mark fupreme (If Men are wife) of human Thought! nor leaft, Or in the Sight of Angels, or their KING! Angels, whofe radiant Circles, Height o'er Height, Order o'er Order, rifing, Blaze o'er Blaze, As in a Theatre, furround This Scene, Intent on Man, and anxious for his Fate. Angels look out for Thee: For Thee, their LORD, To vindicate His Glory, and for Thee,

Creation universal calls aloud,

To dif-involve the moral World, and give
To Nature's Renovation brighter Charms.

SHALL Man alone, whofe Fate, whose final Fate, Hangs on That Hour, exclude it from his Thought? I think of nothing elfe; I fee! I feel it!

All Nature, like an Earthquake, trembling round!
All Deities, like Summer's Swarms, on Wing!
All basking in the fuli Meridian Blaze!

I fee the JUDGE inthron'd! The flaming Guard!
The Volume open'd! Open'd every Heart!
A Sun-Beam pointing out each fecret Thought!
No Patron! Interceffor none! Now paft

The sweet, the clement, Mediatorial Hour!
For Guilt no Plea! To Pain, no Paufe! no Bound!
Inexorable, All! and All, Extreme !

Nor Man alone; the Foe of GoD and Man,
From his Dark Den, blafpheming, drags his Chain,
And rears his brazen Front, with Thunder fcarr'd;
Receives his Sentence, and begins his Hell.
All Vengeance paft, now, feems abundant Grace!
Like Meteors in a ftormy Sky, how roll
His baleful Eyes? He curfes Whom he dreads;
And deems it the First Moment of his Fall.

"Tis present to my Thought!-And, yet, where is it? Angels can't tell me; Angels cannot guess The Period; from created Beings lock'd

In Darkness: But the Process and the Place
Are lefs obfcure; for These may Man inquire.
Say, Thou great Close of human Hopes and Fears!
Great Key of Hearts! Great Finisher of Fates!
Great End! and Great Beginning! Say, Where art
Thou?

Art Thou in Time, or in Eternity?

Nor in Eternity, nor Time, I find Thee:
Thefe, as Two Monarchs, on their Borders meet,
(Monarchs of All elaps'd, or un-arriv'd!)
As in Debate, how best their Pow'rs ally'd,
May fwell the Grandeur, or discharge the Wrath,
Of HIM, whom both their Monarchies obey.

Time, (this vaft Fabric for him built, and doom'd
With him to fall) now barfting o'er his Head;
His Lamp, the Sun, extinguifh'd; from beneath
The Frown of hideous Darkness, calls his Sons
From their long Slumber; from Earth's heaving Womb
To fecond Birth; contemporary Throng!

Rouz'd at One Call; upftarting from One Bed;
Preft in One Croud; appall'd with One Amaze;
He turns them o'er, Eternity! to thee:
Then (as a King depos'd difdains to live),
He falls on his own Scythe; nor falls alone;
His greatest Foe falls with him; Time, and He
Who murder'd all Time's Offspring, Death, expire.
TIME was! ETERNITY now reigns alone!

Awful Eternity! offended Queen!

And her Refentment to Mankind, how juft?

With kind Intent folliciting Access,

How often has fhe knock'd at human Hearts?
Rich to repay their Hospitality,

How often call'd? and, with the Voice of God?

Yet

Yet bore Repulfe, excluded as a Cheat !

A Dream! while fouleft Foes found Welcome there?
A Dream, a Cheat, now, all Things, but her Smile.
FOR, lo! her twice Ten thousand Gates thrown wide,
As thrice from Indus to the frozen Pole,

With Banners, ftreaming as the Comet's Blaze,
And Clarions, louder than the Deep in Storms,
Sonorous, as immortal Breath can blow,

Pour forth their Myriads, Potentates, and Pow'rs,
Of Light, of Darkness; in a middle Field,
Wide, as Creation! populous, as wide!
A neutral Region! there to mark th' Event
Of that great Drama, whofe preceding Scenes
Detain'd them clofe Spectators, thro' a Length
Of Ages, rip'ning to this grand Refult;
Ages, as yet un-number'd, but by GOD;
Who now, pronouncing Sentence, vindicates
The Rights of Virtue, and His own Renown..
Eternity, the various Sentence past,

Affigns the fever'd Throng diftin&t Abodes,
Sulphureous, or Ambrofial: What enfues?
The Deed predominant! the Deed of Deeds !
That makes a Hell of Hell, a Heav'n of Heav'nj.
The Goddefs, with determin'd Afpect, turns
Her adamantine Key's enormous Size
Thro' Deftiny's inextricable Wards,

Deep-driving ev'ry Bolt, on Both their Fates;
Then, from the Crystal Battlements of Heav'n,
Down, down, she hurls it thro' the dark Profound,
Ten thousand thousand Fathom; there to ruft;
And ne'er unlock her Refolution more.

The Deep refounds, and Hell, thro' all her Glooms
Returns, in Groans, the melancholy Roar.

O HOW unlike the Chorus of the Skies? how unlike thofe Shouts of Joy, that shake The whole Ethereal? How the Concave rings?

Nor

Nor ftrange! when Deities their Voice exalt;
And louder far, than when Creation rose,
To fee Creation's godlike Aim, and End,
So well accomplish'd! fo divinely clos'd!
To fee the mighty Dramatift's last Act
(As meet) in Glory rifing o'er the reft:
No fancy'd GOD, a GOD indeed, defcends,
To folve all Knots; to ftrike the Moral home;
To throw full Day on darkest Scenes of Time ;
To clear, commend, exalt, and crown, the Whole:
Hence, in one Peal of loud, eternal Praise,
The charm'd Spectators thunder their Applause,
And the vast Void beyond, Applause resounds.
WHAT THEN AM I?

Amidst applauding Worlds,
And Worlds celeftial, is there found on Earth,
A peevish, diffonant, rebellious String,
Which jars in the grand Chorus, and Complains?
Cenfure on Thee, LORENZO! I fufpend,

And turn it on Myself; how greatly due?
All, All is Right, by GOD ordain'd, or done;
And who, but GOD, resum'd the Friends He gave }
And have I been Complaining, then, fo long?-
Complaining of His Favours; Pain, and Death?
Who, without Pain's Advice, would e'er be Good!
Who, without Death, but would be Good in vain ?
Pain is to fave from Pain! All Punishment,
To make for Peace! and Death to fave from Death;
And Second Death, to guard immortal Life;
To rouze the Careless, the Prefumptuous awe,
And turn the Tide of Souls another Way;

By the fame Tenderness Divine ordain'd,

That planted Eden, and high-bloom'd for Man,
A fairer Eden, endless in the Skies.

HEAV'N gives us Friends to blefs the prefent Scene; Refumes them, to prepare us for the next :

All

All Evils Natural are Moral Goods;
All Difcipline, Indulgence, on the Whole.
None are unhappy; All have Cause to smile,
But fuch as to Themselves That Caufe deny :
Our Faults are at the Bottom of our Pains;
Erior, in Act, or Judgment, is the Source
Of endless Sighs: We fin, or we mistake,
And Nature tax, when false Opinion stings.
Let impious Grief be banish'd, Joy indulg'd,
But chiefly then, when Grief puts in her Claim:
Joy from the Joyous, frequently betrays,

Oft lives in Vanity, and dies in Woe:
Joy, amidst Ills, corroborates, exalts ;

'Tis Joy, and Conqueft; Joy, and Virtue too :
A noble Fortitude in Ills, delights

Heav'n, Earth, Ourselves; 'tis Duty, Glory, Peace. Affliction is the Good Man's fhining Scene;

Profperity conceals his brightest Ray;

As Night to Stars, Woe Luftre gives to Man:
Heroes in Battle, Pilots in the Storm,
And Virtue in Calamities, admire.

The Crown of Manhood is a Winter-Joy;
An Evergreen, that ftands the Northern Blaft,
And bloffoms in the Rigour of our Fate.

'Tis a prime Part of Happiness, to know
How much Unhappiness must prove our Lot;
A Part which few poffefs! I'll pay Life's Tax,
Without one rebel Murmur, from this Hour,
Nor think it Mifery to be a Man ;

Who thinks it is, fhall never be a God.

Some Ills we wish for, when we wish to live.

WHAT spoke proud Paffion?_"*Wish my Being "loft!"

Prefumptuous! Blafphemous! Abfurd! and Falfe!

*Referring to the First Night.

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