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Has the Great Sovereign fent ten thousand worlds 850
To tell us, He resides above them All,
In glory's unapproachable recess ?
And dare earth's bold inhabitants deny
The sumptuous, the magnific embassy
A moment's audience? Turn we, nör'will hear
From whom they come, or what they would impart
For man's emolument; fole cause that stoops
Their grandeur to man's eye ? Lorenzo! rouse ;
Let thought, awaken’d, take the lightning's wing,
And glance from east to west, from pole to pole. 860
Who sees, but is confounded, or convinc'd ?
Renounces Reafon, or a God adores ?
Mankind was sent into the world to see :
Sight gives the science needful to their peace ;
That abvious science asks small learning's aid.
Wouldst thou on metaphysic pinions foar ?
Or wound thy patience amid logic thorns?
Or travel history's enormous round ?
Nature no such hard task injoins : She gave
A make to man directive of his thought;

A make set upright, pointing to the stars,
As who shall say, “ Read thy chief leffon there."
Too late to read this inanuscript of heaven,
When, like a parchment-scroll, frunk up by flames,
It folds Lorenzo's lesson from his fight.

Lesion how various ! Not the God alone,
I see His Ministers; I fee, diffus’d
In radiant orders, essences sublime,
Of various offices, of various plume,





In heavenly liveries, distinctly clad,

Azure, green, purple, pearl, or downy gold,
Or all commix'd; they stand, with wings outspread,
Listening to catch the Master's least command,
And fly through Nature, ere the moment ends ;
Numbers innumerable !--Well conceiv'd
By Pagan, and by Christian ! O'er each sphere
Presides an angel, to direct its course,
And feed, or fan, its flames; or to discharge
Other high trusts unknown. For who can see

pomp of matter, and imagine, Mind,
For which alone Inanimate was made,
More sparingly dispens’d? That nobler son,
Far liker the great Sire !—'Tis thus the skies
Inform us of superiors numberless,
As much, in Excellence, above mankind,
As above Earth, in Magnitude, the Spheres.
These, as a cloud of witnesses, hang o’er us ;
In a throng’d theatre are all our deeds ;
perhaps, a thousand demigods descend
On every beam we fee, to walk with men.
Aweful reflection ! Strong restraint from ill!

Yet, here, our virtue finds still stronger aid
From these ethereal glories Sense furveys.
Something, like magic, strikes from this blue vault;
With just attention
it ew'd? We feel

905 A sudden succour, unimplor'd, unthought; Nature herself does half the work of Man. Seas, rivers, mountains, forests, desarts, rocks, The promontory's height, the depth profound




Of fubterranean, 'excavated grots,

g10 Black brow'd, and vaulted high, and yawning wide From Nature's structure, or the fcoop of Time ; If ample of dimension, vast of size, Ev'n These an aggrandizing impulse give; Of solemn thought enthusiastic heights

Ev'n These infuse.—But what of vast in Thefe?
Nothing ;-or we must own the skies forgot.
Much less in Art.-Vain Art! Thou pigmy power!
How dost thou swell and strut, with human pride,
To shew thy littleness! What childish toys, 920
Thy watery columas squirted to the clouds!

Thy bason'd rivers, and imprisond seas !
*Thy mountains moulded into forms of men !
Thy hundred-gated Capitals ! or Those
Where three days travel left us much to ride ;
Gazing on miracles by mortals wrought,
Arches triumphal, theatres immense,
Or nodding Gardens pendent in mid-air!
Or Temples proud to ineet their Gods half-way!
Yet These affect us in no common kinde

What then the force of such superior scenes ?
Enter a temple, it will strike an awe :
What awe from This the Deity has built ?
A Good Man feen, though filent, counsel gives :
The touch'd spectator wishes to be wise :

935 In a bright mirror His own hands have made, Here we see something like the face of God. Seems it not then enough, to say, Lorenzo ! To man abandon'd, “ Hast thou seen the fries ??



And yet, so thwarted nature's kind design By daring man, he makes her facred awe (That guard from ill) his Yhelter, his temptation To more than common guilt, and quite ihverts Celeftial art's intent. The trembling stars See crimes gigantic, stalking through the gloom 945 With front erecí, that hide their head by day, And making night still darker by their deeds. Slumbering in covert, till the shades descend, Rapine and Murder, link’d, now prowl for prey, The miser earths his treasuré ; and the thief,

950 Watching the mole, half-beggars him ere morn. Now Plots, and foul Conspiracies, awake; And, muffling up their horrors from the mood, Havock and devastation they prepare, And kingdoms tottering in the field of blood.

955 Now fons of riot in mid-revel rage. What shall I do: --Suppress it? or proclaim ? Why peeps the thunder ? Now, Lorenzo ! now, His best friend's couch the rank adulterer Ascends fecure; and laughs at gods and men. Preposterous madinen, void of fear or shame, Lay their crimes bare to these chaste eyes of heaven; Yet shrink, and shudder, at a mortal's fight. Were moon, and stars, for villains only made ? To guide, yet screen them, with tenebrious light? 965 No ; they were made to fashion the sublime Of human hearts, and wifer make the Wise.

Those ends were answerd once; when mortals liv'd Of stronger wing, of adquiline ascent VOL. III.



In theory Sublime. O how unlike

970 Those vermin of the night, this moment sung, Who crawl on Earth, and on her venorn feed ! Those antient sages, Human stars ! They met Their brothers of the Skies, at midnight hour; Their counsel ask'd ; and, what they ask'd, obey d. 975 The Stagirite, and Plato, He who drank The poison d bowl, and He of Tusculum, With him of Corduba (immorfal names :) In these unbounded, and Elyfian, walks, An area fit for Gods, and Godlike men,

980 They took their nightly round, through radiant paths By Seraphs trod; instructed, chiefly, thus, To tread in Their bright footsteps here below; To walk in worth still brighter than the skies. There they contracted their contempt of Earth; 985 of hopes eternal kindled, There, the fire; There, as in near approach, they glow'd, and

grew (Great visitants !) more intimate with God, More worth to Men, more joyous to Themselves. Through various Virtues, they, with ardiour, ran 990 The Zodiac of their learn'd, illustrious lives.

In Christian hearts, O for a Pagan zeal ! A needful, but opprobrious prayer! as much Our Ardour Less, as Greater is our Light. How.monstrous This in Morals! Scarce more strange 995 Would this Phænomenon in nature strike, A Sun, that froze her, or a Star, that warm’d. What taught these heroes of the moral world ? To these thou giv'ft thy Praise, give Credit too.


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