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A more enlightend eye, and read the stars
To man still more propitious, and their aid
(Though guiltless of idolatry) implore,
Nor longer rob them of their noblest name. 1305
O ye dividers of my time! ye bright
Accomptants of my days, and months, and years,
In your fair calendar distinctly mark'd!
Since that authentic, radiant register,
1309 Though man inspects it not, stands good against him; Since
roll on, though man stands still,
Teach me my days to number, and apply
My trembling heart to wisdom, beyond
All shadow of excuse for fooling on.
Age smooths our path to prudence; sweeps aside 1315
The snares keen appetite and passion spread
To catch stray souls; and woe to that gray head
Whose folly would undo what age has done!
Aid, then, aid, all ye Stars !-Much rather Thou,
Great Artist ! Thou whose finger set aright
This exquisite machine, with all its wheels,
Though intervolved, exact; and pointing out
Life's rapid and irrevocable flight,
With such an index fair as none can miss
Who lifts an eye, nor sleeps till it is closed.
Open mine eye, dread Deity! to read
The tacit doctrine of thy works ; to see
Things as they are, unalter'd through the glass
Of worldly wishes. Time, Eternity!
('Tis these, mismeasured, ruin all mankind) 1330
Set them before me ; let me lay them both
In equal scale, and learn their various weight.
Let time appear a moment, as it is;
And let Eternity's full orb, at once,
Turn on my soul, and strike it into Heaven. 1335
When shall I see far more than charms me now
Gaze on Creation's model in thy breast
Unveil'd, nor wonder at the transcript more .
When this vile, foreign dust, which sinothers all
That travel earth's deep vale, shall I shake off? 1340
When shall my soul her incarnation quit,
And, readopted to thy bless'd embrace,
Obtain her apotheosis in thee ?
Dost think, Lorenzo, this is wandering wide ?
No; 'tis directly striking at the mark.
1343 To wake thy dead devotion was my point; And how I bless Night's consecrating shades, Which to a temple turn a universe ; Fill us with great ideas, full of heaven, And antidote the pestilential earth!
1350 In every storm, that either frowns or falls, What an asylum has the soul in prayer! And whát a fane is this, in which to pray! And what a God must dwell in such a fane ! O what a genius must inform the skies !
1353 And is Lorenzo's salamander heart Cold, and untouch'd, amid these sacred fires ? O ye nocturnal sparks ! ye glowing embers, On Heaven's broad hearth! Who burn, or burn no more, Who blaze, or die, as great Jehovah's breath
1360 Or blows you or forbears, assist my song ! Pour your whole influence ; exercise his heart, So long possess'd, and bring him back to man.
And is Lorenzo a demurrer still ? Pride in thy parts provokes thee to contest 1365 Truths which, contested, put thy parts to shame : Nor shame they more Lorenzo's head than heart, A faithless heart, how despicably small ! Too straight, aught great or generous to receive ! Fill'd with an atom ! fill'd and foul'd with self! 1370 And self-mistaken! self, that lasts an hour ! Instincts and passions of the nobler kind Lie suffocated there ; or they alone, Reason apart, would wake high hope, and open, To ravish'd thought, that intellectual sphere, 1375 Where Order, Wisdom, Goodness, Providence, Their endless miracles of love display,
And promise all the truly great desire.
The mind that would be happy must be great ;
Great in its wishes, great in its surveys.
Extended views a narrow mind extend,
Push out its corrugate, expansive make,
Which, ere long, more than planets shall embrace.
A man of compass makes a man of worth :
Divine contemplate, and become divine! 1385
As man was made for glory and for bliss,
All littleness is an approach to woe.
Open thy bosom, set thy wishes wide,
And let in manhood ; let in happiness;
Admit the boundless theatre of thought
From nothing, up to God; which makes a man.
Take God from Nature, nothing great is left;
Man's mind is in a pit, and nothing sees;
Man's heart is in a jakes, and loves the mire,
Emerge from thy profound; erect thine eye ; 1395
See thy distress! how close art thou besieged !
Besieged by Nature, the proud sceptic's foe !
Enclosed by these innumerable worlds,
Sparkling conviction on the darkest mind,
As in a golden net of Providence,
1400 How art thou caught, sure captive of belief:, From this thy bless'd captivity what art, What blasphemy to reason, sets thee free!
is Heaven's indulgent violence; Canst thou bear up against thış tide of glory? 1405 What is earth, bosom’d in these ambient orbs, But faith in God imposed, and press'd on man? Darest thou still litigate thy desperate cause, Spite of these numerous, awful witnesses, And doubt the deposition of the skies?
1410 O how laborious is thy way to ruin!
Laborious ? , 'tiş impracticable quite :
To sink beyond a doubt in this debate,
With all his weight of wisdom and of will,
And crime flagitious, I defy a fool.
Some wish they did, but no man disbelieves,
* God is a Spirit; spirit cannot strike
These gross material organs; God by man
As much is seen, as man a God can see.
In these astonishing exploits of power,
What order, beauty, motion, distance, size !
Concertion of design, how, exquisite !
How complicate in their divine police !
Apt means! great ends ! consent to general good !--
Each attribute of these material gods,
1425 So long (and that with specious pleas) adored, A separate conquest gains o'er rebel thought, AndMeads in triumph the whole mind of man.'
Lorenzo ! this may seem harangue to thee; Such all is apt to seem, that thwarts our will. 1430 And dost thou, then, demand a simple proof Of this great master-moral of the skies, Unskill’d, or disinclin'd, to read it there? Since 'tis the basis, and all drops without it, Take it in onc compact, unbroken chain.
1435 Such proof insists on an attentive ear, 'Twill not make one amid a mob of thoughts, And for thy notice struggle with the world. Retire;--the world shut out;--thy thouglıts call home;.Imagination's airy wing repress ;
1440 Lock up thy senses ;--let no passion stir ;Wake all to Reason ;-let her reign alone Then in thv soul's deep silence, and the depth Of Nature s silence, midnight, thus inquire, As I have done, and shall inquire no more. 1445 In Nature's channel thus the questions run:
What am I ? and from whence ? --I nothing know But that I am ; and since I am, conclude Something eternal; had there e'er been nought, Nought still had been: eternal there must be.-- 14507 But what eternal ?-_Why not human race ? And Adam's ancestors without arı end ?That's hard to be conceived, since every link
Of that long-chain'd succession is so frail.
Can every part depend, and not the whole ? 1455
Yet grant it true, new difficulties rise ;
I'm still quite out at sea, nor see the shore.
Whence earth, and these bright orbs ?—Eternal too?
Grant matter was eternal, still these orbs
Would want some other father ;-much design 1460
Is seen in all their motions, all their makes.
Design implies intelligence and art ;
That can't be from themselves or man : that art
Man scarce can comprehend, could man bestow ?
And nothing greater yet allow'd, than mán. 1465
Who motion, foreign to the smallest grain,
Shot through vast masses of enormous weight ?
Who bid brute matter's restive lamp assume
Such various forms, and gave it wings to fly?
Has matter innate motion ? then each atom, 1470
Asserting its indisputable right
To dance, would form a universe of dust :
Has matter none ? then whence these glorious forms
And boundless flights, from shapeless and reposed ?
Has matter more than motion ? has it thought, 1475
Judgment, and genius ? is it deeply learn'd
In mathematics ? has it framed such laws,
Which, but to guess, a Newton made immortal?
If so, how each sage atom laughs at me,
Who think a clod inferior to a man!
If art to form, and counsel to conduct,
And that with greater far than human skill,
Resides not in each block,-a Godhead reigns -
Grant, then, invisible, eternal Mind;
That granted, all is solved :—but granting that, 1485
Draw I not o'er me a still darker cloud ?
Grant I not that which I can ne'er conceive ?
A being without origin or end !
Hail, human Liberty! there is no God
Yet why? on either scheme that not subsists; 1490
Subsist it must, in God or human race ;