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And fated to survive the transient fun!
And what, О man! so worthy to be sung? 565
these wonders to be seen by man,
Heaven's King! whose face unveil'd consummates
Redundant bliss! which fills that mighty void,
The whole creation leaves in human hearts !
Lorenzo! come, and warm thee: thoit, whose heart, Whose little heart, is moor’d within a nook Of this obscure terrestrial, anchor weigh.
Thou stranger to the world! thy tour begin;
610 On foaring souls, that fail among the spheres ;,
And man how purblind, if unknown the whole !
he never was from home before !
62@ Rain's fountain-head, the magazine of hail; Above the northern nests of feather’d snows, The brew of thunders, and the flaming forge That forms the crooked lightning ; above the caves Where infant tempests wait their growing wings, 625. And tune their tender voices to that roar, Which foon, perhaps, fhall shake a guilty world; Above misconstrued omens of the sky, Far-travel'd comets' calculated blaze; Elance thy thought, and think of more than man. 63a Thy soul, till now, contra&led, wither’d, shrunk, Blighted by blasts of eartb's unwholsome air, Will blossom here; spread all her faculties To these bright ardours ; every power unfold, And rise into sublimities of thought., Stars teach, as well as shine. At nature's birth, Thus their commission ran" Be kind to man,” , Where art thou, poor benighted traveller! The Stars will light thee; though the Moon should fail. Where art thou, more benighted ! more astray! 640
* Night the Eighth..
ways immoral? The Stars call thee back ;: And, if obey'd their counsel, set thee right,
This prospect vast, what is it?-Weigh'd aright 'Tis nature's system of divinity, And every student of the Night inspires. 'Tis elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand : Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man. Lorenzo! with my Radius (the rich gift Of thought nocturnal!) I 'll point out to thee Its various lessons ; fome that may surprize 650 An un-adept in mysteries of Night; Little, perhaps, expected in her school, Nor thought to grow on planet, or on ftar. Bulls, lions, scorpions, monsters here we feign ; Ourselves more monstrous, not to see what here Exists indeed ;-a lecture to mankind.
What read we here?-Th’existence of a God? Yes; and of other beings, man above ;. Natives of Æther ! Sons of higher climes ! And, what may move Lorenzo's wonder more, 660 Eternity is written in the skies. And whose eternity ?-Lorenzo ! Thine; Mankind's eternity. Nor Faith alone, Virtue grows here ; bere springs the sovereign cure Of almost every vice; but chiefly Thine ; 665 Wrath, Pride, Ambition, and impure Desire.
Lorenzo ! Thou canst wake at midnight too, Though not on Morals bent : Ambition, Pleasure ! Those tyrants I for Thee fo * lately fought,
Afford * Night the Eighth.
Afford their harass'd llaves but flender rest.
680 And, thus, be made accomplices in guilt.
Why from yon arch, that infinite of space,
Nur stands thy wratí deprivid of its repooof,