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Their bulks enormous, dancing on the waves,
In tiine, and measure, exquiste; while all 1150
The winds, in emulation of the spheres,
Tune their sonorous instruments, aloft;
The concert swell, and animate the ball.
Would this appear amazing? What, then, worlds,
In a far thinner element sustain'd,

1155 And acting the same part, with greater skill, More rapid movement, and for noblest ends?

More obvious ends to pass, are not these stars
The seats majestic, proud imperial thrones,
On which angelic delegates of heaven,

At certain periods, as the Sovereign nods,
Discharge high trusts of Vengeance, or of Love;
To clothe, in outward grandeur, grand design,
And aćts most folemn still more folemnize?
Ye Citizens of air! what ardent thanks, 1165
What full effufion of the grateful heart,
Is due from man indulg'd in such a sight!
A fight fo noble! and a fight so kind !
It drops new truths at every new furvey !
Feels not Lorenzo fomething stir within, 1170
That sweeps away all period ? As these spheres
Measure duration, they no less inspire
The Godlike hope of ages without end.
The boundless Space, through which these rovers take
Their restless roam, suggests the sister thought 1175
Of boundless Time. Thus, by kind Nature's skill,
To man un-labour'd, that important guest,
Eternity, finds entrance at the Sight:



And an Eternity, for man ordain'd,
Or these his destin'd midnight counfellors,
The Stars, had never whisper'd it to man.
Nature informs, but ne'er insults, her fons.
Could she then kindle the most ardent with
To disappoint it? That is blasphemy.
Thus, of thy creed a second article,

Momentous, as the existence of a God,
Is found (as I conceive) where rarely fought;
And thou may'st read thy Soul immortal, Here.

Here, then, Lorenzo ! on these glories dwell; Nor want the gilt, illuminated, roof,

1190 That calls the wretched Gay to dark delights. Aljemblies ? - This is one divinely bright; Here, un-endanger'd in health, wealth, or fame, Range through the faireít, and the Sultan scorn. He, wise as Thou, no Crescent holds fo fair, 1195 As that, which on his turbant awes a world; And thinks the Moon is proud to copy him. Look on her, and gain more than worlds can give, A mind superior to the charms of Power. Thou muffied in delufions of this life! Can yonder Moon turn ocean in his bed, From side to side, in contant ebb and flow, And purify froin stench his waterý realms ? And fails her moral influence? wants the power To turn Lorenzo's stubborn tide of thought 12053 From stagnating on Earth's infected shore, And purge from nuisance his corrupted heart? Fails her attraction when it draws to heaven?


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Nay, and to what thou valuest more, Earth's joy!
Minds elevate, and panting for Unseen,
And defecate froin Sense, alone obtain
Full relith of existence un-deflower'd,
The Life of life, the Zest of worldly bliss :
All else on carth amounts--to what? To This:
“ Bad to be Suifer'd; blessings to be Left :" 1215
Earth’s richest inventory boasts no more.

Of higher scenes be, then, the call obey'd.
O let me gaze !-Of gazing there 's no end.
O let me think!- Thought too is wilder'd bere ;
In mid-way fight imagination tires;
Yet soon re-prunes her wing to foar anew,
Her point unable to forbear, or gain;
So great the pleasure, lo profound the plan !
A banquet, this, where men and angels meet,
Eat the same Manna, mingle earth and heaven. 1225
How diftant some of these nocturnal funs!
So distant (lays the sage), 't were not absurd
To doubt, if beams, set out at Nature's birth,
Are yet arriv'd at this so foreign world;
Though nothing half to rapid as their flight.

1230 of awe and wonder let me roll, And roll for ever: who can satiate fight In such a scene? in such an ocean wide Of deep astonishment? where depth, height, breadth, Are lost in their extremes ; and where to count 1235 The thick-lown glories in this field of fire, Perhaps a Serapy's computation fails. Now, go, Ambition ! boaît thy boundless might

An eye

In conquest o'er the tenth part of a grain.
And yet Lorenzo calls for miracles,

To give his tottering faith a solid base.
Why call for less than is already thine ?
Thou art no novice in theology ;
What is a Miracle ? -'Tis a reproach,
Tis an implicit fatire, on mankind;

1245 And while it satisfies, it censures too. To common sense, great Nature's course proclaims A Deity : when mankind falls asleep, A Miracle is sent, as an alarm ; To wake the world, and prove Him o'er again, 1250 By recent argument, but not more strong. Say, which imports more plenitude of power; Or nature's laws to fix, or to repeal ? To make a fun, or stop his mid career ? To countermand his orders, and send back 1255 The flaming courier to the frighted East, Warm’d, and astonish'd, at his evening ray ? Or bid the Moon, as with her journey tir’d, In Ajalon's soft, flowery vale repose ? Great things are these; ftill greater, to create. 1260 From Adam's bower look down through the whole train Of miracles ;-rehistlefs is their power ? They do not, can not, more amaze the mind, Than this, call’d un-iniraculous survey, If duly weigh'd, if rationally feen,

1265 If seen with human eyes. The Brute, indeed, Sees nought but Spangles here; the Fool, no more. Say'st thou, « The course of Nature governs all ?”


The Course of Nature is the Art of God.
The miracles thou call'lt for, This atteit;

1270 For fay, could Nature Nature's course control ?

But, miracles apart, who sees him not, Nature's Controler, Author, Guide, and End ! Who turns his eye on Nature's midnight face, But must inquire ? What hand behind the scene, 1275 " What arm Almighty, put these wheeling globes “ In motion, and wound up the vast machine ? ~ Who rounded in his palm these spacious orbs ? “ Who bowl'd thein flaming through the dark profound, “ Numerous as glittering gems of morning-dew, 1280 “ Or sparks from populous cities in a blaze, “ And set the bofom of Old Night on fire ?

Peopled her desart, and made horror smile?” Or, if the military style delights thee, (For stars have fought their battles, leagu'd with man) “ Who marshals this bright host? enrolls their names? “ Appoints their poits, their marches, and returns, “ Punctual, at stated periods ? who dilbands “ These veteran troops, their final duty done, " If e’er disbanded ?"--He, whose potent word, 1290 Like the loud trumpet, levy'd firit their powers In Night's inglorious empire, where they slept In beds of darkness : arm'd them with fierce flames, Arrang’d, and disciplin'd, and cloath'd in gold; And call’d them out of Chaos to the field, 1295 Where now they war with Vice and Unbelief. O let us join this army! joining these, Will give us hearts intrepid, at that hour,


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