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« Of Holiness, where Reason is pronounc'd “ Infallible; and thunders, like a God; “ Even there, by Saints, the Demons are outdone; “ What These thought Wrong, our Saints refine to Right; « And kindly teach dull Hell her own black Arts; “ Satan, instructed, o'er their Morals smiles." But This, how strange 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 Those fair Fields, whence LUCIFER was hurl'd; - Who brush'd, perhaps, your Sphere, in his Descent, “ Stain'd your pure Crystal Æther, or let fall “ A short Eclipse from his portentous Shade ? “ O! that the Fiend had lodg'd on some broad Orb “ Athwart his Way ; nor reach'd his present Home; “ Then blackend Earth with Footsteps foul'd in Hell, “ Nor wash'd in Ocean, as from Rome he past “ To Britain's Isle ; too, too, conspicuous 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 sees 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 Blest Above! Ye searching, ye Newtonian Angels ! tell, Where, your Great Master's Orb ? His Planets, where! Those conscious Satellites, those Morning-Stars, First-born of DEITY! from Central Love, By Veneration most profound, thrown off; By sweet Attraction, no less strongly drawn; Aw'd, and yet raptur'd; raptur'd, yet ferene ; Paft Thought, illuftrious; but with borrow'd Beams;
In still approaching Circles, still remote,
Revolving round the Sun's eternal Sire?
Or fent, in Lines direct, on Embassies
To Nations-in what Latitude ? -Beyond
Terrestrial Thought's Horizont - And on what
High Errands sent? - 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 thun, 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 worlhip GOD, shall find Him : Humble Love,
And not proud Reason, keeps the Door of Heaven;
Love finds Admission, 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 Wiseft on a Level with the Fool;
To fathom Nature (ill-attempted Here!)
Paft Doubt, is deep Philosophy Above ;
Higher Degrees in Bliss Archangels take,
As deeper learn'd; the Deepest, learning still:
For, what a Thunder of Omnipotence
(So might I dare to speak) is seen 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 Cause for higher Wonder still,
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 smoke, their Incense rise,
And heard Hofannas ring through every Sphere ;
A Seminary, fraught with future Gods :
Nature all o'er is consecrated Ground,
Teeming with Growths Immortal, and Divine ;
The Great PROPRIETOR's all bounteous Hand
Leaves nothing waste ; 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 stubborn Will,
When grown mature, are gather'd for the Skies,
And is Devotion thought too much on Earth,
When Beings, so Superior, Homage boat,
And triumph in Proftrations to The THRONE?
But wherefore more of Planets, or of Stars ?
Æthereal Journies ? and, discover'd there,
Ten thousand Worlds, Ten thousand Ways devout ?
All Naturė sending Incense 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 Muse - Here turn we, and review
Our paft Nocturnal Landschape wide :-Then, say,
Say, then, LORENZO ! with what Burst of Heart,
The Whole, at once, revolving in his Thought,
Maft Man exclaim, adoring, and aghaft ?
« O what a Root ! O what a Branch is Here ?
« O what a Father! What a Family !
5 Worlds! Syftenis! and Creations - And Creations,
" In One agglomerated Clufer, hung,
56 * Great VINE! on Thes: On Thee the Cluster
“ The filial Cluster ! infinitely spread
In glowing Globes, with various Being fraught ;
“ And drinks (Nectareous Draught !) Immortal Life.
“ Or, shall I say (for Who can say enough ?)
" A Constellation of Ten thousand Gems,
“ (And, O! of what Dimension of what Weight !)
“ Set in One Signet, flames on the Right-Hand
“ Of MAJESTY. Divine! The blazing Seal,
" That deeply stamps, on all created Mind,
“ Indelible, His sovereign Attributes,
“. OMNIPOTENCE, and Love: That, passing Bound ;
“ And This, furpafling That. Nor stop we Here,
“ For Want of Power in GOD, but Thought in Man.
“ Even This acknowledg'd, leaves us still 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 such Ideas of th' ALMIGHTY's Plan,
(Ideas not absurd) distend 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 descend, when Gods adore ?
Have I not, then, accomplish'd my proud Boast?
Did I not tell.thee, “ + We would mount, LORENZOI
6. And kindle our Devotion at the Stars?"
And have I faild? And did I flatter thee
And art All Adamant ? And doft confute
All urg'd, with One irrefragable Smile 2.0
LORENZO! Mirth.how miserable Here?
Swear by the Stars, by HIM who made them, swear,
Thy Heart, henceforth, shall be as pure as They:
Then Thou, like Them, shalt fine; like Them, shalt rife
From Low to Lofty ; from Obscure to Bright ;
By due Gradation ; Nature's sacred Law.
The Stars, from whence !--Ask Chaos - He can tell.
These bright Temptations to Idolatry,
From Darkness, and Confusion, took their Birth;
Sons of Deformity! From fluid Dregs
Tartarean, first they rose to Masses rude ;
And then, to Spheres opaque ; Then dimly shone;
Then brighten'd; Then blaz'd out in perfect Day.
Nature delights in Progress; in Advance
From Worse to Better : But, when Minds ascend,
Progress, in Part, depends upon Themselves.
Heaven aids Exertion ; Greater makes the Great ;
The voluntary Little lessens more:
O be a Man! and thou fhalt be a God !
And Half Self made! Ambition how Divine !
Thov, 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 asham'd to bend thy Knee to Heaven?
Curst Fume of Pride, exhald from deepest Hell !
Pride in Religion iş 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 Nigbt,
Amid her glimmering Tapers, filent fits.?
How forrowful, how defolate, fie weeps
Perpetual Dews, and faddens Nature's Scene?