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COURSE OF TIME,
IN TEN BOOKS.
BY ROBERT POLLOK, A. M.
Third American, from the third Edinburgh Edition.
-JOHN GRIGG, PHILADELPHIA :-
Stereotyped at the Boston Type and Stereotype Foundry.
ETERNAL SPIRIT! God of truth ! to whom
The muse, that soft and sickly wooes the ear
Hold my right hand, Almighty! and me teach
Harmonious with the morning stars, and pure
Long was the day, so long expected, past
moon, and stars, had ceased
Thus far the years had rolled, which none but God Doth number, when two sons, two youthful sons Of Paradise, in conversation sweet,For thus the heavenly muse instructs me, wooed At midnight hour with offering sincere Of all the heart, poured out in holy prayer, High on the hills of immortality, Whence goodliest prospect looks beyond the walls
Of heaven, walked, casting oft their eye far through
any, first in virtue now complete,
Thus viewing, one they saw, on hasty wing Directing towards heaven his course; and now, His flight ascending near the battlements And lofty hills on which they walked, approached. For round and round, in spacious circuit wide, Mountains of tallest stature circumscribe The plains of Paradise, whose tops, arrayed In uncreated radiance, seem so pure, That naught but angel's foot, or saint's, elect Of God, may venture there to walk.) Here oft The sons of bliss take morn or evening pastime, Delighted to behold ten thousand worlds Around their suns revolving in the vast External space, or listen the harmonies That each to other in its motion sings. And hence, in middle heaven remote, is seen The mount of God in awful glory bright. Within, no orb create of moon, or star, Or sun, gives light; for God's own countenance, Beaming eternally, gives light to all. But farther than these sacred hills, his will Forbids its flow, too bright for eyes beyond. This is the last ascent of Virtue; here All trial ends, and hope ; here perfect joy, With perfect righteousness, which to these heights Alone can rise, begins, above all fall.
And now, on wing of holy ardour strong, Hither ascends the stranger, borne upright,For stranger he did seem, with curious eye Of nice inspection round surveying all, And at the feet alights of those that stood