Feel I Thy kind Affent? And fhall the Sun
Be feen at Midnight, rifing in my Song?

LORENZO ! Come, and warm thee: Thou, whose
Heart,

Whofe little Heart, is moor'd within a Nook
Of this obfcure Terreftrial, Anchor weigh ::
Another Ocean calls; a nobler Port ;

I am thy Pilot, I thy profp'rous Gale::
Gainful thy Voyage through yon azure Main ;-
Main, without Tempeft, Pirate, Rock, or Shore ;:
And whence thou may'ft import eternal Wealth ;.
And leave to beggar'd Minds the Pearl and Gold.
Thy Travels dost thou boast o'er foreign Realms
Thou Stranger to the World! thy Tour begin ;
Thy Tour through Nature's univerfal Orb :
Nature delineates her whole Chart at large,
On foaring Souls, that fail among the Spheres ;
And Man how purblind, if unknown the Whole?
Who circles fpacious Earth, Then travels here,
Shall own, He never was from Home before!
Come, my PROMETHEUS, from thy pointed Rock
Of false Ambition, if unchain'd, we'll mount;
We'll, innocently, fteal celeftial Fire,

And kindle our Devotion at the Stars;

A Theft, that shall not chain, but set thee free.
ABOVE Our Atmosphere's inteftine Wars,
Rain's Fountain Head, the Magazine of Hail,
Above the Northern Nefts of feather'd Snows,
The Brew of Thunders, and the flaming Forge
That forms the crooked Lightning; 'bove the Caves
Where infant Tempefts wait their growing Wings,
And tune their tender Voices to That Roar,
Which foon, perhaps, fhall fhake a Guilty World;
Above mifconftru'd Omens of the Sky,

*Night the Eighth.

Far

Far-travell'd Comets calculated Blaze,

Elance thy Thought, and think of more than Man:
Thy Soul, till now, contracted, wither'd, shrunk,
Blighted by Blafts of Earth's unwholesome Air,
Will bloffom here; spread all her Faculties
To thefe bright Ardors; ev'ry Pow'r unfold,
And rife into Sublimities of Thought;

Stars teach, as well as fhine: At Nature's Birth,
Thus, their Commiffion ran-"Be kind to Man."
Where art thou, poor benighted Traveller!
The Stars will light thee; tho' the Moon should fail :
Where art Thou, more benighted! more astray!
In Ways immoral? The Stars call thee back ;
And, if obey'd their Counsel, fet thee right:
Where art thou, Virtue-Militant! The Stars
Are thine Allies, all lifted on thy Side:

By Thousands, and Ten thousands, they advance
Their bright Battalions, in fair Virtue's Caufe;
And keep ftrict Watch, and nightly light their Fires,
Fires of Alarm, to warn thee of the Foe;

The Foe, that claims thefe Regions as his own;
Ufurper bold! High-ftil'd, The Prince of Air!
Beneath Night's awful Banner, let us draw
Sidereal Wisdom's formidable Sword,

And fend him headlong to far other Flames.
MICHAEL'S alone, the Sword his mighty Arm
'Pluck'd from the golden Column in the Mount,
The Mount Celestial, where the Sons of GOD
Hang up Heav'n's Vengeance, far above the Stars,
Above the Sagittary's humble Bow;

Could give the fwarthy Damon deeper Wound.
AND was there need of ampler Field than This,
When Giant-Angels Giant-Angels met,
In fiery Conflict, and outrageous Storm,
To controvert the Sceptre of the Skies?
This Profpect vaft, what is it

Weigh'd aright,

'Tis Nature's Syftem of Divinity,

And ev'ry Student of the Night inspires:

'Tis elder Scripture, writ by GOD's own Hand;
Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by Man:
LORENZO! with my Radius (the rich Gift
Of Thought nocturnal !) I'll point out to thee
Its various Leffons; fome that may furprize
An Un-adept in Myfteries of NIGHT;
Little, perhaps, expected in her School,
Nor thought to grow on Planet, or on Star:
Bulls, Lions, Scorpions, Monsters here we feign;
Ourselves more monftrous, not to fee what here
Exifts indeed;-a Lecture to Mankind.

WHAT read we here?—Th' Existence of a GOD?-
Yes; and of other Beings, Man above;
Natives of Ether! Sons of higher Climes!
Immortal Lights! that govern these of Fire!
And, what may move LORENZO's Wonder more,
ETERNITY is written in the Skies:

And whose Eternity -LORENZO ! Thine;
Mankind's Eternity: Nor FAITH alone,
VIRTUE grows here; here springs the fov'reign Cure
Of almost ev'ry Vice; but, chiefly Thine;
Wrath, Pride, Ambition, and impure Defire:
Doft afk "Why call I thee at this late Hour,
"Which all-wife Nature deftin'd to Repofe ?"-
Yes, and to fit us for Repofe more sweet

Than Down can yield, or Man on Earth enjoy : .
Own all-wife Nature wifer ftill in This.
LORENZO! Thou canft wake at Midnight too,
Tho' not on Morals bent: Ambition, Pleasure!
Thofe Tyrants I for Thee fo* lately fought,
Afford their harrafs'd Slaves but flender Reft.
Thou, to whom Midnight is immoral Noon,

#Night the Eightb

And

And the Sun's noon-tide Blaze, prime Dawn of Day!!
Not by thy Climate, but capricious Crime,
Commencing one of our Antipodes!

In thy nocturnal Rove, one Moment halt,
"Twixt Stage and Stage, of Riot, and Cabal ;
And lift thine Eye (if bold an Eye to lift,
If bold to meet the Face of injur'd Heav'n):
To yonder Stars: For other Ends they fhine,
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 fet the living Firmament on Fire,
At the first Glance, in fuch an Overwhelm.
Of Wonderful, on Man's astonish'd Sight,
Rushes OMNIPOTENCE?-To curb our Pride;
Our Reafon rouze, and lead it to That Pow'r,
Whofe Love lets down thefe Silver Chains of Light,
To draw up Man's Ambition to Himself,

And bind our chafte Affections to His Throne:
Thus the Three Virtues, least alive on Earth,

And welcom'd on Heav'n's Coaft with moft Applause,
An Humble, Pure, and Heav'nly minded Heart,
Are here infpir'd :-And canft thou gaze too long?
NOR ftands thy Wrath depriv'd of its Reproof,
Or un upbraided by this radiant Choir :
The Planets of each Syftem reprefent.
Kind Neighbours; mutual Amity prevails;
Sweet Interchange of Rays, receiv'd, return'd;
Enlight'ning, and enlighten'd! All, at once,
Attracting, and attracted! Patriot-like,

None fins 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

Thus Man his fou'reign Duty learns in this
Material Picture of Benevolence.

AND know, of all our fupercilious Race, Thou moft inflammable! Thou Wasp of Men ! Man's angry Heart, infpected, would be found As rightly fet, as are the ftarry Spheres ;. And Nature's Structure, broke by ftubborn Will, Breeds all that un celeftial Difcord there. Wilt thou not feel the Bias Nature gave ? Canft thou defcend from Converse with the Skies, And feize 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 ftill! our intellectual Night.

AND fee, Day's amiable Sifter sends
Her Invitation, in the foftest Rays

Of mitigated Luftre; courts thy Sight,,
Which fuffers from her Tyrant-Brother's Blaze:
Night grants thee the full Freedom of the Skies,
Nór rudely reprimands thy lifted Eye;

With Gain, and Jay, the bribes thee to be wife ::
Night opes the nobleft Scenes, and sheds an Awe,.
Which gives thofe 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 Joy,.
If human Hearts at glorious Objects glow,
And Admiration can infpire Delight.

WHAT speak I more, than I, This Moment, feel
With pleafing Stupor firft the Soul is ftruck
(Stupor ordain'd to make her truly Wife!)
Then into Transport starting from her Trance,
With Love, and Admiration, how she glows!
This gorgeous Apparatus! This Difplay!.
This Oftentation of creative. Pow'r !