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Sweet interchange of rays, receiv’d, return'd; 700
Enlightening, and enlighten’d! All, at once,
Attracting, and attracted ! Patriot-like,
None fins against the welfare of the whole ;
But their reciprocal, unselfish aid,
Affords an emblem of millennial love..

Nothing in nature, much less conscious being,
Was e’er created solely for itself:
Thus man his sovereign duty learns in this
Material picture of benevolence.

And know, of all our supercilious race,
Thou most inflammable! Thou wasp of men!:
Man's angry heart, inspected, would be found
As rightly set, as are the starry spheres ;
'Tis nature's structure, broke by stubborn will,
Breeds all that un-celestial discord there..

Wilt thou not feel the bias nature gave ?
Canst thou descend from converse with the skies,
And seize thy brother's throat ?-For what--a clod,
An inch of earth? The planets cry, “ Forbear,”
They chace our double darkness; nature's gloom, 72%
And (kinder still !) our intelletual night..

And fee; day's amiable fifter fends Her invitation, in the softest rays Of mitigated luftre; courts thy fight, Which suffers from her tyrant-brother's blaze. 7253 Night grants thee the full freedom of the skies, Nor rudely reprimands thy lifted eye ; With gain, and joy, she bribes thee to be wise. Night opes the noblest scenes, and sheds an awe,

Which gives those venerable scenes full weight, . 730
And deep reception, in th' intender'd heart;
While light peeps through the darkness, like a spy ;
And darkness shews its grandeur by the light.
Nor is the profit greater than the joy,
If human hearts at glorious objects glow,

735 And admiration can inspire delight.

What speak I more, than I, This moment, feel; With pleasing ftupor first the soul is struck (Stupor ordained to make her truly wise!) Then into transport starting from her trance, 740 With love, and admiration, how the glows ! This gorgeous apparatus ! This display ! This oftentation of creative power ! This theatre !—what eye can take it in ? By what divine enchantment was it raisid,

745 For minds of the first magnitude to launch In endless speculation, and adore ? One fun by day, by night Ten thousand shine ; And light us deep into the Deity ;How boundless in magnificence and might! 750 O what a confluence of ethereal fires, Forin urns un-numbered, down the steep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my fight! Nor tarries there; I feel it at my heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts ; 755 Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies. Who sees it unexalted ? or unaw'd ? Who sees it, and can stop at what is seen ? Material offspring of Omnipotence!


Inanimate, all-animating birth!

760 Work worthy Him who made it! Worthy praise ! All praise! praise more than human ! nor deny'd Thy praise. Divine!_But though man, drown'd in neep, With-holds his homage, not alone I wake ; Bright legions swarm unseen, and fing, unheard 765 By mortal ear, the glorious Architect, In This His universal temple hung With lustres, with innumerable lights, That shed religion on the soul; at once, The Temple, and the Preacher ! O how loud 770 It calls devotion! genuine growth of night !

Devotion! daughter of astronomy ! An undevout astronomer is mad.

All things fpeak a God; but in the small, Men trace out Him; in great, He seizes man; 773 Seizes, and elevates, and wraps, and-fills With new inquiries, 'mid associates new. Tell me, ye stars! ye planets ! tell me, all Ye starr’d, and pianeted, inhabitants! What is it? What are these sons of wonder ? Say, proud arch, 780 (Within whose azure palaces they dwell) Built with divine ambition! in, disdain Of limit built! built in the taste of heaven! Vast concave! ample dome! wast thou design’d A meet apartment for the Deity ?

785 Not fo; That thought alone thy state impairs, Thy lofty finks, and shallows thy profound, And streightens thy difusive; dwarfs the whole, And makes an universe: an Orrery.


True ;

But when I drop mine eye, and look on man,

790 Thy right regain'd, thy grandeur is restor’d, O Nature! wide flies off the expanding round, As when whole magazines, at once, are fir’d, The fmitten air is hollow'd by the blow; The vast displofion diffipates the clouds


795 Shock'd æther's billows dash the distant skies ; Thus (but far more) th' expanding round flies off, And leaves a mighty void, a spacious womb, Might teem with new creation ; re-inflam'd Thy luminaries triumph, and assume

Sco Divinity themselves. Nor was it strange, Matter high-wrought to such surprizing pomp, Such godlike glory, stole the style of gods, From ages dark, obtuse, and steep'd in sense ; For, sure, to sense, they truly are divine;

8c5 And half-absolv'd idolatry from guilt; Nay, turn'd it into virtue. Such it was In those, who put forth all they had of man Unlost, to lift their thought, nor mounted higher ; But, weak of wings, on planets perch’d; and thought 810 What was their highest, must be their ader'd.

But 'They how weak, who could no higher mount? And are there, then, Lorenzo! Those, to whom Unseen, and Unexistent, are the same ? And if incomprehensible is join'd, Who dare pronounce it madness, to believe? Why has the mighty Builder thrown afide All measure in His work; stretch'd out His line So far, and spread amazement o'er the whole ?




Then (as He took delight in wide extremes), 820
Deep in the bofom of His universe,
Dropt down that reasoning mite, that infect, man,
To crawl, and gaze, and wonder at the scene ?
That man might ne'er presume to plead amazement
For disbelief of wonders in bimself.

Shall God be less miraculous, than what
His hand has form’d ? Shall mysteries descend
From un-mysterious ? Things more elevate,
Be more familiar? Uncreated lie
More obvious than Created, to the grasp
Of human thought? The more of wonderful
Is heard in Him, the more we should affent.
Could we conceive Him, God He could not be;
Or He not God, or we could not be men.
A God alone can comprehend a God;
Man's distance how immense! On fuch a theme,
Know this, Lorenzo ! (feem it ne'er so strange)
Nothing can satisfy, but what confounds;
Nothing, but what astonishes, is true.
The scene thou seest, attests the truth I fing,
And every star fheds light upon thy creed,
These stars, this furniture, this cost of heaven,
If but reported, thou hadft ne'er believ'd ;
But thine eye tells thee, the romance is true.
The grand of nature is th' Almighty's oath,
In reason's court, to silence unbelief.

How my mind, opening at this scene, imbibes
The moral emanations of the skies,
While nought, perhaps, Lorenzo less admires !





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