Hence, Heav'n looks down on Earth with all her Eyes:
Hence, the Soul's mighty Moment in her Sight:
Hence, ev'ry Soul has Partifans Above,

And ev'ry Thought a Critic in the Skies :
Hence, Clay, vile Clay! has Angels for its Guard,
And ev'ry Guard a Paffion for his Charge:
Hence, from all Age, the Cabinet divine
Has held high Counsel o'er the Fate of Man.

Nor have the Clouds thofe gracious Counfels 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! whofe Cloud-cover'd Height,
And shaken Bafis, own'd the present GoD:
Witnefs, ye Billows! whofe returning Tide,
Breaking the Chain that faften'd it in Air,
Swept Egypt, and her Menaces, to Hell:
Witnefs, ye Flames! th' Affyrian Tyrant blew
To fev'nfold Rage, as Impotent, as Strong:
And Thou, Earth! witnefs, whofe expanding Jaws
Clos'd o'er + Prefumption's facrilegious Sons:
Has not each Element, in Turn, fubfcrib'd
The Soul's high Price, and fworn it to the Wise?
Has not Flame, Ocean, Æther, Earthquake, ftrove
To ftrike this Truth, thro' adamantine Man?
If not All-adamant, LORENZO! hear;

All is Delufion, Nature is wrapt up,

In tenfold Night, from Reafon's keenest Eye;
There's no Confiftence, Meaning, Plan, or End,
In all beneath the Sun, in all above,

(As far as Man can penetrate) or Heaven
Is an Immenfe, Ineftimable Prize;
Or All is Nothing, or that Prize is All.—
And fhall each Toy be ftill a Match for Heaven?
And full Equivalent for Groans Below?

* Kerah, &c.

Who

Who would not give a Trifle to prevent

What He would give a Thousand Worlds to cure?

LORENZO! Thou haft feen (if Thine, to fee)
All Nature, and her GoD (by Nature's Course,
And Nature's Course controul'd) declare for me:
The Skies Above proclaim" Immortal Man!"
And, "Man Immortal!" all Below refounds.
The World's a Syftem of Theology,
Read, by the greatest Strangers to the Schools
If Honeft, Learn'd; and Sages o'er a Plough.
Is not, LORENZO ! then, impos'd on Thee
This hard Alternative; or, to renounce
Thy Reafon, and thy Senfe; or, to Believe?
What then is Unbelief? "Tis an Exploit ;
A ftrenuous Enterprize: To gain it, Man
Muft burst thro' ev'ry Bar of common Sense,
Of common Shame, magnanimously wrong;
And what rewards the sturdy Combatant?
His Prize, Repentance; Infamy, his Crown.

But wherefore, Infamy?-For want of Worth
Down the steep Precipice of Wrong He slides;
There's nothing to fupport him in the Right.
Faith in the Future wanting, is, at least
In Embryo, ev'ry Weaknefs, ev'ry Guilt;
And ftrong Temptation ripens it to Birth.
If this Life's Gain invites him to the Deed,
Why not his Country fold, his Father flain?
"Tis Virtue to pursue our Good Supreme;
And his Supreme, his Only Good is Here.
Ambition, Av'rice, by the Wife difdain'd,
Is perfect Wisdom, while Mankind are Fools,
And think a Turf, or Tombstone, covers All;
Thefe find Employment, and provide for Senfe
A richer Pafture, and a larger Range;

And Senfe by Right divine ascends the Throne,
When Reafon's Prize and Profpect are no more;
Virtue no more we think the Will of Heaven.
Would Heav'n quite beggar Virtue, if belov'd?

"Has

• Has Virtue Charms ?"-I grant Her heavenly Fair;
But if un-portion'd, all will Int'reft wed;
Tho' That our Admiration, This our Choice.
The Virtues grow on Immortality;

That Root deftroy'd, they wither and expire.
A DEITY believ'd, will nought avail;
Rewards and Punishments make GoD ador'd ;.
And Hopes and Fears give Confcience 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 fmiles.
Who thinks ere-long the Man fhall wholly die,
Is dead already; nought but Brute furvives.

And are there fuch ?-Such Candidates there are
For more than Death; for utter Lofs of Being;
Being, the Bafis of the DEITY!

Afk you the Caufe? The Cause they will not tell;
Nor need they: Oh the Sorceries of Senfe!
They work this Transformation on the Soul,
Difmount her like the Serpent at the Fall,

Difmount her from her native Wing (which foar'd
Ere-while ethereal Heights), and throw her down,
To lick the Duft, and crawl, in fuch a Thought.

Is it in Words to paint you? O ye Fall'n!
Fall'n from the Wings of Reafon, and of Hope!
Erect in Stature, Prone in Appetite !
Patrons of Pleasure, pofting into Pain !
Lovers of Argument, averfe to Sense !
Boafters of Liberty, fast-bound in Chains!
Lords of the wide Creation, and the Shame!
More Senfeless than th' Irrationals you scorn!

More Bafe than thofe you rule! Than thofe you pity,
Far more Undone! O ye moft infamous

Of Beings, from Superior Dignity!

Deepeft

Deepest in Woe from Means of boundless Bliss!
Ye curft by Bleffings infinite! Because
Moft highly favour'd, moft profoundly loft!
Ye motly Mass of Contradiction strong!
And are you, too, convinc'd, your Souls fly off
In Exhalation foft, 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-caft, and Creatures of your own:
But tho' you can deform, you can't deftroy;
To curfe, not uncreate, is all your Power.

LORENZO! this black Brotherhood renounce;
Renounce St. Euremont, and read St. Paul.
Ere rapt by Miracle, by Reafon wing'd
His mounting Mind made long Abode in Heaven.
This is Freethinking, unconfin'd to Parts,
To fend the Soul, on curious Travel bent,
Thro' all the Provinces of Human Thought,

To dart her Flight, thro' the whole Sphere of Man;
Of this vaft Univerfe to make the Tour;

In each Recefs of Space, and Time, at Home;
Familiar with their Wonders; diving deep;
And, like a Prince of boundless Int'refts There,
Still moft ambitious of the most Remote;
To look on Truth unbroken, and intire ;
Truth in the Syftem, the full Orb; where Truths
By Truths enlighten'd, and fuftain'd, afford
An arch-like, ftrong Foundation, to support
Th' incumbent Weight of abfolute, complete
Conviction; Here, the more we prefs, we stand
More Firm; Who moft Examine moft Believe.
Parts, like Half-fentences, confound; the Whole
Conveys the Senfe, and GoD is understood;
Who not in Fragments writes to Human Race:
Read his whole Volume, Sceptic! then Reply.

This, This, is Thinking-free, a Thought that grafps Beyond a Grain, and looks beyond an Hour.

Tura

Turn up thine Eye, furvey this Midnight Scene;
What are Earth's Kingdoms, to yon boundless Orbs,
Of human Souls, one Day, the destin'd Range?
And what yon boundlefs Orbs, to Godlike Man?
Those num'rous Worlds that throng the Firmament,
And ask more Space in Heav'n, can rowl at large
In Man's capacious Thought, and still leave Room
For ampler Orbs; for new Creations, There.
Can fuch a Soul contract itself, to gripe
A Point of no Dimenfion, of no Weight?
It can; it does: The World is fuch a Point,
And, of that Point, how small a Part enslaves ?

How small a Part-of Nothing, fhall I say?
Why not?-Friends, our chief Treasure! How they drop!
LUCIA, NARCISSA fair, PHILANDER, gone!
The Grave, like fabled Cerberus, has op'd
A Triple Mouth; and, in an awful Voice,
Loud calls my Soul, and utters All I fing.
How the World falls to-pieces round about us,
And leaves us in a Ruin of our Joy!

What fays This Transportation of my Friends?
It bids me love the Place where now they dwell,
And fcorn this wretched Spot, they leave fo Poor.
Eternity's vaft Ocean lies before thee;

There, There, LORENZO! thy CLARISSA fails.
Give thy Mind Sea-Room; keep it wide of Earth,
That Rock of Souls immortal; cut thy Cord;
Weigh Anchor; fpread thy Sails; call ev'ry Wind;
Eye thy Great Pole-ftar; make the Land of Life.

Two Kinds of Life has double-natur'd Man,
And Two of Death; the Laft far more severe.
Life animal is nurtur'd by the Sun;

Thrives on his Bounties, triumphs in his Beams.
Life rational fubfifts on higher Food,
Triumphant in His Beams, who made the Day.
When we leave that Sun, and are left by this,
(The Fate of all who die in stubborn Guilt)
'Tis utter Darkness; strictly Double Death.

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