THE COURSE OF TIME. BOOK II. THIS said, he waked the golden harp, and thus, While on him inspiration breathed, began. As from yon everlasting hills that gird Heaven northward, I thy course espied, I judge Thou from the arctic regions came? Perhaps Thou noticed on thy way a little orb, Attended by one moon, her lamp by night, With her fair sisterhood of planets seven, Revolving round their central sun; she third In place, in magnitude the fourth. That orb, New made, new named, inhabited anew, Though whiles we sons of Adam visit still, Our native place, not changed so far but we Can trace our ancient walks, the scenery Of childhood, youth, and prime, and hoary age, But scenery most of suffering and wo,— When angels yet were young, was made for man, With hill, and dale, and lawn, and winding vale, His mind conceived, accomplished, and, well pleased, All else was prone, irrational, and mute, And unaccountable, by instinct led. But man He made of angel form erect, To hold communion with the heavens above; His own similitude of holiness, Of virtue, truth, and love; with reason high Of every tree that in the garden grows Adam, live and be happy, and, with thy Eve, Thus they, the representatives of men, Of thought and comely words, to worship God O lovely, happy, blest, immortal pair! Pleased with the present, full of glorious hope. But short, alas, the song that sings their bliss! Henceforth the history of man grows dark; Shade after shade of deepening gloom descends; And Innocence laments her robes defiled. Who farther sings, must change the pleasant lyre To heavy notes of wo. Why! dost thou ask, Surprised? The answer will surprise thee more. He ate the interdicted fruit, and fell; Man most ingrate! so full of grace, to sin, Here interposed the new-arrived, so full Of bliss, to sin against the Gracious One! The holy, just, and good! the Eternal Love! Unseen, unheard, unthought of wickedness! Why slumbered vengeance? No, it slumbered not. The ever just and righteous God would let His fury loose, and satisfy his threat. That had been just, replied the reverend bard, But done, fair youth, thou ne'er hadst met me here ; I ne'er had seen yon glorious throne in peace. Thy powers are great, originally great, And purified even at the fount of light. Exert them now, call all their vigour out; |