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From Heav'n's Omnipotent indulg’d to Man?-
Nor have the Clouds those gracious Counsels hid. Angels undrew the Curtain of the Throne, And PROVIDENCE came forth to meet Mankind: In various Modes of Emphasis, and Awe, He spoke his Will, and trembling Nature heard; He spoke it loud, in Thunder, and in Storm. Witness, Thou Sinai ! whose Cloud-cover'd Height, And shaken Basis, own'd the present God: Witness, ye Billows ! whose returning Tide, . Breaking the Chain that fasten'd it in Air, Swept Egypt, and her Menaces, to Hell :
Witness, ye Flames ! th’Assyrian Tyrant blew
The Soul's high Price, and sworn it to the Wise?
LORENZO! Thou haft feen (if Thine, to fee) All Nature, and her God (by Nature's Course, And Nature's Course contrould) declare for me: '. The Skies Above proclaim “ Immortal Man!" And, “ Man Immortal !” all Below resounds. The World's a System of Theology,
* Korah, &c.
Read, by the greatest Strangers to the Schools;
But wherefore, Infamy ? -For want of Worth
When Reason's Prize and Prospect are no more ;
“ Has Virtue Charms ?” – I grant Her heavenly Fair ; But if un-portion'd, all will Int'rest wed; Tho'That our Admiration, This our Choice. The Virtues grow on Immortality; That Root destroy'd, they wither and expire. A Deity believ'd, will nought avail; Rewards and Punishments make God ador'd; And Hopes and Fears give Conscience all her Power: As in the dying Parent dies the Child, Virtue, with Immortality, expires. Who tells me He denies his Soul Immortal, Whate’er his Boast, has told me, He's a Knave. His Duty 'tis, to love Himself alone ; Nor care tho' Mankind perish, if He smiles. Who thinks ere-long the Man shall coholly die, Is dead already; nought but Brute survives.
And are there such ? -Such Candidates there are
Dificount her like the Serpent at the Fall,
Ere-while ethereal Heights), and throw her down,
Is it in Words to paint you! Oye Fall’n! Fall’n from the Wings of Reason, and of Hope! Erect in Stature, Prone in Appetite ! Patrons of Pleasure, posting into Pain! Lovers of Argument, averse to Sense ! Boasters of Liberty, fast-bound in Chains ! Lords of the wide Creation, and the Shame! More Senseless than th' Irrationals you scorn! More Base than those you rule! Than those you pity, Far more Undone ! O ye most infamous Of Beings, from Superior Dignity! Deepest in Woe from Means of boundless Bliss! Ye curst by Blessings infinite! Because Most highly favour'd, most profoundly lost! Ye motly Mass of Contradiction strong ! And are you, too, convinc'd, your Souls fly off In Exhalation soft, and die in Air, From the full Flood of Evidence against you? In the coarse Drudgeries, and Sinks of Senfe, Your Souls have quite worn out the Make of Heaven, By Vice new-cast, and Creatures of your own: But tho' you can deform, you can't destroy; To curse, not uncreate, is all your Power.
LORENZO! this black Brotherhood renounce; Renounce St. Evremont, and read St. Paul.