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When brighter flames shall cut a darker night ;
1300 Shall hide their heads, or tumble from their spheres, And one eternal curtain cover all !
Struck at that thought, as new awak'd, I lift A more enlightend eye, and read the stars To man still more propitious; and their aid 1305 (Though guiltless of idolatry) implore ; Nor longer rob them of their noblest name. O Dividers of my Time! Ye bright Accomptants of my days, and months, and years, In your fair Kalendar distinctly mark'd!
1310 Since that authentic, radiant register, Though man inspects it not, ftands good against him ; Since You, and years, roll on, though man stands ftill; Teach me my days to number, and apply My trembling heart to Wisdom ; now beyond 1315 All thadow of excuse for fooling on. Age smooths our path to prudence; sweeps aside The snares keen Appetite, and passion, spread To catch stray souls; and woe to that grey head, Whose Folly would undo what Age has done ! 1320 Aid then, aid, all ye stars !—Much rather, Thou, Great Artist! Thou, whose finger fet aright This exquifite Machine, with all its Wheels, Though intervolv'd, exact; and pointing out Life’s rapid and irrevocable flight,
1325 With such an Index fair as none can miss, Who lifts an eye, nor fleeps till it is clos’d. Open mine eye, dread Deity! to read
The taçit doctrine of thy works; to see
1345 Dost think, Lorenzo, this is wandering wide ? No, 'tis directly striking at the mark ; To wake thy dead devotion * was my point ; And how I bless nigbt's consecrating shades, Which to a temple turn an universe ; Fill us with great ideas, full of heaven, And antidote the peftilential earth! In every storm, that either frowns, or falls, What an asylum has the soul in prayer ! And what a fane is this, in which to pray! 1355 And what a God muft dwell in such a fane ! O what a genius must inform the skies !
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And is Lorenzo's falamander-heart
whole influence ; exorcise his heart, So long possest; and bring him back to man. 1365
And is Lorenzo a demurrer fiill ?
1375 Reason apart, would wake high hope ; and open, To ravish'd thought, that intellectual sphere, Where, order, wisdem, goodness, providence, Their endless miracles of love display, And promise all the truly-great desire.
1380 The mind that would be happy, must be great ; Great, in its wishes; great, in its surveys, Extended views a narrow mind extend; Push out its corrugate, expansive make, Which, ere long, more than planets shall embrace. 1385 A man of compass makes a man of worth; Divine contemplate, and become divine.
As man was made for glory, and for bliss,
1400 Sparkling conviction on the darkest mind, As in a golden net of Providence. How art thou caught, fure captive of belief! From this thy blest captivity, what art, What blasphemy to reason, sets thee free ! 1405 This scene is heaven's indulgent violence : Canst thou bear up against this tide of glory ? What is earth bofom'd in these ambient orbs, But, faith in God impos’d, and press’d on man? Dar'lt thou still litigate thy desperate cause, 1410 Spite of these numerous, awful, witnesses, And doubt the deposition of the skies ? O how laborious is thy way to ruin !
Laborious! 'tis impracticable quite; To link beyond a doubt, in this debate,
ILIS With all his weight of wisdom and of will, And crime flagitious, I defy a fool.
Some wish they did; but no man disbelieves.
Lorenzo ! this may seem harangue to thee; Such all is apt to seem, that thwarts our will. And doft thou, then, demand a simple proof Of this great master moral of the skies, Unikill'd, or dif-inclin'd, to read it there? 1435 Since 'tis the basis, and all drops without it, Take it, in one compact, unbroken chain. Such proof insists on an attentive ear; 'Twill not make one amid a mob of thoughts, And, for thy notice, struggle with the world. 144 Retire ;--the world shut out ;--thy thoughts call Imagination's airy wing repress ; ---
(home ; Lock up thy senses ;-let no passion ftir ;Wake all to reason;- let her reign alone; Then, in thy soul's deep flence, and the depth
1435 Of Nature's silence, midnight, thus inquire, As I have done; and shall inquire no more.