"Of Holiness, where Reason is pronounc'd Infallible; and thunders, like a God;

"Even there, by Saints, the Dæmons are outdone; "What These thoughtWrong, our Saints refine to Right; "And kindly teach dull Hell her own black Arts; "SATAN, inftructed, o'er their Morals fmiles."But This, how ftrange to You, who know not Man? "Has the leaft Rumour of our Race arriv'd? "Call'd here ELIJAH, in his flaming Car?

"Paft by you the good ENOCH, on his Road

"To Thofe fair Fields, whence LUCIFER was hurl'd;
"Who brush'd, perhaps, your Sphere, in his Defcent,
"Stain'd your pure Crystal Æther, or let fall
"A fhort Eclipse from his portentous Shade ?
"O! that the Fiend had lodg'd on fome broad Orb
"Athwart his Way; nor reach'd his present Home;
"Then blacken'd Earth with Footsteps foul'd in Hell,
"Nor wash'd in Ocean, as from ROME he past
"To BRITAIN's Ifle; too, too, confpicuous There!"
BUT This is all Digreffion: Where is HE,

That o'er Heaven's Battlements the Felon hurl'd
To Groans, and Chains, and Darkness? Where is HE,
Who fees Creation's Summit in a Vale?

HE, Whom, while Man is Man, he can't but feek;
And if he finds, commences more than Man?

O for a Telescope His Throne to reach!

Tell me, ye

Learn'd on Earth! or Bleft Above!
Ye fearching, ye Newtonian Angels! tell,

Where, your Great MASTER'S Orb? His Planets, where?
Thofe confcious Satellites, thofe Morning-Stars,
First-born of DEITY! from Central Love,
By Veneration moft profound, thrown off;
By fweet Attraction, no lefs ftrongly drawn;
Aw'd, and yet raptur'd; raptur'd, yet ferene ;
Paft Thought, illuftrious; but with borrow'd Beams;

In ftill approaching Circles, still remote,
Revolving round the Sun's eternal SIRE?
Or fent, in Lines direct, on Embaffies
To Nations-in what Latitude ?-Beyond
Terreftrial Thought's Horizon?-And on what
High Errands fent?- Here human Effort ends;
And leaves me still a Stranger to His Throne.

FULL Well it might! I quite mistook my Road, Born in an Age more Curious, than Devout; More fond to fix the Place of Heaven or Hell, Than ftudious this to shun, or that secure. 'Tis not the curious, but the pious Path, That leads me to my Point: LORENZO! know, Without or Star, or Angel, for their Guide, Who worship GOD, fhall find Him: Humble Love, And not proud Reafon, keeps the Door of Heaven; Love finds Admiffion, where proud Science fails. Man's Science is the Culture of his Heart; And not to lose his Plummet in the Depths Of Nature, or the more Profound of GOD: Either to know, is an Attempt that sets The Wifeft on a Level with the Fool; To fathom Nature (ill-attempted Here!) Paft Doubt, is deep Philofophy Above; Higher Degrees in Blifs Archangels take, As deeper learn'd; the Deepeft, learning ftill: For, what a Thunder of Omnipotence (So might I dare to fpeak) is feen in All? In Man! In Earth! In more amazing Skies? Teaching This Leffon, Pride is loth to learn Not deeply to Difcern, not much to Know, "Mankind was born to WONDER and ADORE."

AND is there Caufe for higher Wonder ftill, Than that which ftruck us from our past Surveys Yes; and for deeper Adoration too;

From my late airy Travel unconfin'd,
Have I learn'd nothing?—Yes, LORENZO! This;
Each of these Stars is a Religious House;

I faw their Altars fmoke, their Incense rife,
And heard Hofannas ring through every Sphere;
A Seminary, fraught with future Gods:
Nature all o'er is confecrated Ground,

Teeming with Growths Immortal, and Divine;
The Great PROPRIETOR'S all bounteous Hand
Leaves nothing wafte; but fows these fiery Fields
With Seeds of Reason, which to Virtues rise,
Beneath His genial Ray; and, if escap'd
The peftilential Blafts of ftubborn Will,
When grown mature, are gather'd for the Skies,
And is Devotion thought too much on Earth,
When Beings, fo Superior, Homage boast,
And triumph in Proftrations to THE THRONE?
BUT wherefore more of Planets, or of Stars?
Ethereal Journies? and, difcover'd there,
Ten thousand Worlds, Ten thousand Ways devout?
All Nature fending Incenfe to THE THRONE,
Except the bold LORENZOS of our Sphere ?
Opening the folemn Sources of my Soul,
Since I have pour'd, like feign'd ERIDANUS,
My flowing Numbers o'er the flaming Skies,
Nor fee, of Fancy, or of Fact, what more
Invites the Mufe Here turn we, and review
Our paft Nocturnal Landschape wide :-Then, fay,
Say, then, LORENZO! with what Burft of Heart,
The Whole, at once, revolving in his Thought,
Muft Man exclaim, adoring, and aghaft?

"O what a Root! O what a Branch is Here?
"O what a Father! What a Family !

"Worlds! Syftems! and Creations !-And Creations,

"In One agglomerated Cluster, hung,

"Great

* Great VINE! on THEE: ON THEE the Clufter

"hangs;

"The filial Clufter! infinitely spread

"In glowing Globes, with various Being fraught;
"And drinks (Nectareous Draught!) Immortal Life.
"Or, fhall I fay (for Who can say enough?)
"A Constellation of Ten thousand Gems,
"(And, O! of what Dimenfion! of what Weight!)
"Set in One Signet, flames on the Right-Hand
"Of MAJESTY DIVINE! The blazing Seal,
"That deeply ftamps, on all created Mind,
"Indelible, His fovereign Attributes,
"OMNIPOTENCE, and Love: That, paffing Bound;
"And This, furpaffing That. Nor ftop we Here,
"For Want of Power in GOD, but Thought in MAN.
"Even This acknowledg'd, leaves us ftill in Debt;
"If Greater aught, That Greater all is THINE,
"DREAD SIRE!-Accept this Miniature of THEE;)
"And pardon an Attempt from Mortal Thought,
"In which Archangels might have fail'd, unblam'd."
How fuch Ideas of th' ALMIGHTY's Power
And fuch Ideas of th' ALMIGHTY's Plan,
(Ideas not abfurd) diftend the Thought
Of feeble Mortals Nor of Them alone!
The Fullness of the DEITY breaks forth
In Inconceivables to Men, and Gods:

Think, then, O think; nor ever drop the Thought;
How low muft Man defcend, when Gods adore?-
Have I not, then, accomplish'd my proud Boaft?
Did I not tell.thee," + We would mount, LORENZO !
"And kindle our Devotion at the Stars ?"

AND have I fail'd? And did I flatter thee?
And art All Adamant ? And doft confute
All urg'd, with One irrefragable Smile ? veli

• John xv. I.

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LORENZO!

LORENZO! Mirth how miferable Here?

Swear by the Stars, by HIM who made them, fwear,
Thy Heart, henceforth, shall be as pure as They :
Then Thou, like Them, fhalt bine; like Them, fhalt rife
From Low to Lofty; from Obfcure to Bright;
By due Gradation; Nature's facred Law.

The Stars, from whence ?-Aik Chaos-He can tell.
These bright Temptations to Idolatry,

From Darkness, and Confufion, took their Birth;
Sons of Deformity! From fluid Dregs
Tartarean, first they rofe to Maffes rude;

And then, to Spheres opaque; Then dimly fhone;
Then brighten'd; Then blaz'd out in perfect Day.
Nature delights in Progrefs; in Advance

From Worfe to Better: But, when Minds afcend,
Progress, in Part, depends upon Themselves.
Heaven aids Exertion; Greater makes the Great ;
The voluntary Little leffens more:

O be a Man! and thou fhalt be a God!
And Half Self made! Ambition how Divine !
O THOU, ambitious of Disgrace alone!
Still Undevout? Unkindled?-Tho', high taught,
School'd by the Skies; and Pupil of the Stars.
Rank Coward to the Fashionable World!

Art Thou afham'd to bend thy Knee to Heaven?
Curft Fume of Pride, exhal'd from deepest Hell!
Pride in Religion is Man's highest Praise.

Bent on Destruction! and in Love with Death!
Not All these Luminaries, quench'd at once,
Were Half fo fad, as One benighted Mind,
Which gropes for Happiness, and meets Despair.
How, like a Widow in her Weeds, the Night,
Amid her glimmering Tapers, filent fits?
How forrowful, how defolate, fhe weeps
Perpetual Dews, and faddens Nature's Scene?

A Scene