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Has the Great Sovereign fent ten thousand worlds 850
Lesion how various ! Not the God alone,
In heavenly liveries, distinctly clad,
pomp of matter, and imagine, Mind,
Yet, here, our virtue finds still stronger aid
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
Thy bason'd rivers, and imprisond seas !
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.