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O Britain! infamous for suicide; . Indelible, death's image on his heart;
An island in thy manners ! far disjoin'd Bleeding for others, treinbling for himself.
From the whole world of rationals beside, We bleed, we treinble; we forget, we smile :
In ambient waves plunge thy polluted head, The shind turns fool, before the cheek is dry :
Wash the dire stain, nor shock the continent. Our quick returning folly cancels all :

But thou be shock'd, while I detect the cause is the ride rushing rases what is writ
Of self-assault, expose the monster's birth, In yielding sands, and smooths the leuer'd shore.
And bid abhorrence hiss it round the world.
Blame not thy clime, nor chide the distant sun;

$ 200. Trurs. lmninoral climes kind nature never made. The cause I sing in Edén might prevail,

LORENZO! hast thou eter weigh'd a sigh? And proves it is thy folly, not thy fate.

Or studied the philosophy of tears? The soul of man (let man in homage bow

Hast thou descended deep into the breast, Who names his soul) a native of the skies! And seen their source? If not, descend with me, Ilig!ı-born,andfree, her freedom should maintain,

| And trace these briny riv'lets to their springs. Unsold, unmortgag'd for eartli's little bribes.

1 Our funeral tears from diff'rent causes rise : Th'illustrious stranger, in this foreign land

Of various kinds they flow. From tender hearts, Like strangers, jealous of her dignity,

| By soft contagion calld, some burst at once, Studions of home, and ardent to return,

| And streami obsequious to the leading eye. Of earth suspicious, earth's enchanted cup

Some ask more time, by curious art distillid. With cool reserve lirbt-touching should idulure Some hearts, in secret hard, unapt to melt, On immortality her godlike laste ;

Struck by the public eye, gush out amain. There take large draughts; make her chief ban

Some weep to share the fame of the deceasid, quiet there.

So high in merit, and to them so dear : Fshare. But some reject this sustenance divine;

They dwell on praises, which they think they To beggarly vile appetites descend ;

Some mourn in proof that something they could Ask alms of earth forgifts that came from heaven;

from heaven.

love. Sink into slaves and sell, for present hire. They weep not to relieve their grief, but show. Their rich reversion, and (what shares its fate) Some weep in perfect justice to the dead, Their native freedom, to the prince who sways As conscious all their love is in arrear. This netherworld. And when bis payments fáil. Some mischievously weep, not unappriz'd, When his full basket gorges them no more ;

|Tears, sometimes, aid the conquest of an eve. Or their pallid palates loaih the basket full, As seen through crystal, how their roses glow, Are, instantly, with wild demoniac rage, While liquid pearl runs trickling down their For breaking all the chains of Providence,

check. And bursting their confineinent; tho' fast barr'd By kind construction some are deem'd to weep, By laws divine and human : guarded strong (Because a decent veil conceals their jor. With horrors doubled to defend the pass,

| Some weep in earnest ; and vet weep in vain; The blackest nature, or dire guilt can raise: As deep in indiscretion, as in woe. And moated round with fathomless destruction, Passion, blind passion! impotently pours Sure to receive, and whelm them in their all. Tears, that deserve more tears; while reasou sleeps

Such Britons! is the cause, to you unknown. Or gazes, like an idiot, unconcern d; Or worse, o'erlook'il ; o'erlook'd by magistrates. J Nor comprehends the meaning of the storm. Thos, criminals themselves. I grant the deed (They weep impetuous, as the sunmer storm, Is madness; but the madness of the heart.

And full as short! the cruel grief soon tan'd, And wliat is that? our utnost bound of guilt. They make a pastime of the stingless tale! A sensual, unreflecting life is big

| Far as the decp-resounding knell, they spread With monstrous births, and suicide, to crown | The dreadful news, and bardly feel it more. The black infernal brood. The bold to break No grain of wisdom pays them for their woe. Heaven's law supreme, and desperately rush

When the sick soul, her wonted stay withdrawn, Thru' sacred nature's murder, on their own,

Reclines on earth, and sorrow's in the dust; Because they never think of death, they die.

Instead of learning ihere her true support, When by the bed of languishment we sit, She crawls to the next shrub, or bramble vile, Or, o'er our dying friends, in anguish hang,

The stranger weds, and blossoms as before, Wipe the cold dew, or stay the sinking head,

In all the fruitless fopperies of life.
Number their moments, and in ev'ry clock,
Start at the voice of an eternity;

$ 201. Inattention to the Voice of Death. See the din lamp of life just feebly lift An agonizing beam, at us to gaze.

What thus infatuates? what enchantment Then sink again, and quiver into death.

plants (Thai most pathetic herald of our own ;) The phantom of an age, 'twixt us and death, Ilow read we such sad scenes? as sent to man Already at the door? He knocks, we hear him, In perfect vengeance? no; in pity scnt, And yet we will not hear. What mail defends To aclı him down, like wax, and then impress | Our untouchi'd hearts? n hat miracle turns off

The The pointed thought, which from a thousand | $ 203. The Cuprice and universal Power Is daily darted, and is daily shunn'd; quivers .

of Dcuih.. We stand as in a battle, throngs on throngs |Like other tyrants, Death delights to smite, Around us falling; wounded oft ourselves; What sipitten most proclaims the pride of power, Tho'bleeding with our wounds, inimortal still ! And arbitrary nod. His joy supreine, We see time's furrows on another's brow, To bid the wretch survive the fortunate; And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; The feeble wrap th' athletic in his shroud; How few themselves, in that just inirror, sec! And weeping faihcrs build their children's tomb;

Absurd Longevity! Vore, more, it cries : Methine, Narcissa! - what tho'short thy date? More life, more wealth, more trash of every kind! Virtue, not rolling suns, the mind matures. And wherefore mad for more, when relish fails: That life is long, which answers life's great end. Shall folly labor hard to mend the bow, The time that bears no fruit, deserves no name: While nature is relaxing ev'ry string?

The man of wisdom is the man of years. Ask thought forjos; grow rich and hoard within. In hoary youth Methusalemis may dic, Think you the soul, wlien this life's rattles cease, O how misdated on their Hattering toinbs! Has nothing of more inanly to succeed ? | All more than coinmon menaces an end : Contract the taste immortal ; lcarn even now l A blaze betokens brcvity of life. To relish what alone subsists hereafter: To plant the soul on her eternal guard, Dirine or none, henceforth your joys for ever. linawful expectation of our end, but so Of age, the glory is to wish to die.

Thus runs Death's dread commission; “Strike, That wish is praise and promise; it applauds “ As most alarns the living by the dead." Past life, and proinises our future bliss. Hence stratagem delights him, and surprise, What weakness see not children in their sires ? And cruel sport with man's securities. Grand-climacterical absurdities!

Vot simple conquest, triumph is his aim, [most.
Grey-hait'd authority to faults of youth, | And where least fear'd, thereconquest triumphs.
llow shocking! it inakes folly chrice a fool; l What are his arts to lay our fears asleep!.
And our first childhood might our last despise. Tiberian arts his purposes wrap up. i

What folly can be ranker? like our shadows, In deep dissimulation's darkest night.
Our wishes lengthen, as our sun declines. Like prince's unconfest in foreign courts,
No wish should loiter, then, this side the grave. Vlho iravel under cover, Death assames
Our hearts should leave the world, before the The name and look of life, anddwells among us..
Calls for our carcases to mend the soil. (knell Behind the rosy blooin lie loves to lurk,
Enough to live in tempest ; die in port. Or ambush in a smile; or wanton dive .
Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat In dimple, deep; Jove's eddies, which diraw in
Defects of judgement, and the will subdue; Unwary hearts, and sink them in despair.
Walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore Most happy they whoin least his arts deceive.
Of that vast ocean it must sail so soon;

One eye on Death, and one full fix'd on heaven,
And put good works on board; and wait the wind Becomes a mortal and immortal mar.
That shortly blows us into worlds unknown; Where is not deail? sure as night follows das,
li unconsider'd, too, a dreadful scene!

Death trealls in Plcasure's footsteps round the world,

shuns, $ 202. Little Learning required, to le Good.

When Pleasure treads the paths which Reason

“When, against reason, riotshuis the door, But you are learn'd; in volunes deep you sit; And gaiciy supplies the place of sense. In wisdom shallow : pompous ignorance! Then foremost at the banquet and the ball, Taarnwell to know how much need notbeknown; Death leads the dance, or damps the deadly die; And what that knowledge, which impairs your Nor ever fails the inidnight bowl to crown. sense.

Gaily carousing to his gay compeers, Our needful knowledge, like our needful food, Inly he laugh, to see them laugh at him, Unhedg'd, lies epen in life's common field; Tas absent far: and when the revel burns, Aad bids all welcome to the vital feast. When fear is banish'd, and triumphant thought You scorn what lies before you in the page Calling for all the joys beneath the moon, Of nature and experience, moral truth; Against biin turns the key: and bids hiin sup And dive in science for distinguish'd names, With their progenitors - He drops his mask; Sinking in virtue, as you rise in fame.

frowns out at full; they start, despair, expire ! Your learning, like the lunar beam, affords Scarce with more sudden terror and surprise, Light, but not heat ; it leaves you underout, From his black mask of nitre, touch'd by fire If you would learn death's character, attend. He bursts, expands, roars, blazes, and devours. All casts of conduct, all degrees of health, And is not this triumphant treachery, All dies of fortune, and all dates of aue, And more than simple conquest in ihe fiend? Together shook in his impartial urn,

And now, gas uiter, dost thou wrap thy soul Come forth at random. Or if choice is made, In soft security, because unknown The choice is quite sarcastic, and insulis Which moment is commission'd to destroy? All bold conjecture, and fond hopes of man. In death's uncertainty thy danger lies.

Is death uncertain i therefore thou be fix'd; When, on a moment's point, th' important dis Fix'd as a sentinel, all ere, all ear,

Of life and dearli, spun doubtful, ere it fell, All expectation of the coming foe. " And turnd up lile; my title to more woe. Kouse, stand in arms, nor leap against thy spear, But why niore voce more comfort lei it be Lest slumber steal one moment o'er thy soul, Nothing is clead, but that which wish'd 20 die ; And fate surprise theenodding. Watch, bestrong; Nothing is dead, but y reichiedness and pain : Thus give each day the merit, and renowit, Nothing is dead, but what encumber'd, gallil, Of lying well; tho' doom'd but once to die; Block'd up the pass, and barr'd from reallife. Nor let life's period hidden (as from most), Whicre duells that wish wlost ardent of the wisc? Hide too from thee, the precious use of lite. Too dark the sun to see it ; highest stars

Does wealth with youth and gaiety conspire Too low to reach it; death, great death alore, To weave a triple wreath of happiness? O'er stars and sun triumphunt, lands us there. That shining inark invites the tyrant's spear. Nor dreadiul our transition ; tho' the mind, As if to damp our elerated aims,

An artist at creating self-alarmis, And strongly preach humility to man,

Rich in expedients for inquietude, O how portentous is prosperity!

ls prone to paint it drcadiul. Who can take How, comet-like, it ihreatens while it shines! Deith's porirait true ? the ivrant never sat, Few years but yield us proof of Death's ambition. Our sketch, all random sirokes, conjecture all; To cull his viciims froin the fairest fold, Close sluts the grave, nor tells one single tale. And sheath his shafts in all the pride of life. Heath, and his image rising in the brain, When flooded with abundance, purpled o'er Bear faint resemblance; never are alike; With recent honors, bloomd with ev'ry bliss ; Fear shakes the pencil, Fancy loves excess, Set up in ostentation, made to gize,

Dark Ignorance is lavish of her shades; The gaudy centre of the public eve;

| And these the formidable picture draw. When foriune, thus, has tossed her child in air, But grant the worst; 'tis past; new prospects Snateh'd from the covert of an humble state, and drop a veil ciernal o'vr her 10mb. (rise; How often have I seen him dropp'd at once, Far other views our contemplation claim, Our morning.s envy, and our evning's sigh! Views that o'erpay the rigors of our life; As if her bou nties were the signal giv'n, Viewsitiit suspend our agonies in death. The flow'ry wreath, to mark ihe sacrifice, W rapt in the thought of immortality, And call Death's arrows on the destind proy. Long life, might lapse, age unperceiv'il come on;

And find the soul insated with her theme. $ 204. NIGHT VI. The Dinth of Narcissa.

lits nature, proof, importance, fire my soug. SHE (sor I know not yet her name in heaven) Not early, like Narcissa, left the scene;

| $ 205. Rrfiections on Man and Immortalitas. Nor sudden, like Philander. What avail? | Thy nature, immortality, who knows? This seeming mitigation bit in flames;

And yet who knows it not? It is bui lite This fancy'd medicine heightens the disease. In stronger thread of brighter color spun, The longer known, the closer still she grew; | And spun for ever ; black and brittle here! And gradual paring is a gradual death. llow stort our correspondence with the sun!

O the long dark approach thro' years of pain, / And while it lasts, inglorious ! our best deeds, Death's gallery with sable terror hing; How wanting in their weight ! our highest juss, Sick hope's pale lamp its only olimmering ray! Small cordials to support us in our pain, There fate iny melancholy walk ordain'd. And give us strength to suffer. But how great How oft I gaz'd, prophetically sail !

To mingle interests, converse, amnities,
How oft I saw her dead while yer in smiles! With all the sons of Reason, scatter'd wide

Through habitable space, wherever born,
She spoke me comfort, and increase my pain. Howe'er endow'd ! io live frec citizens
Like powerful armies trenching at a towi, Ofuniversal Nature! to lay hold
By slow and silent, but resistless sap.

By inore thau feeble faith on the Supreme!
In his pale progress gently gaining ground, To call heaven's rich im fathomable mines
Death irg'd his deadly siege : in spite of art, Our own! to rise in science as in bliss,
Of all the balmy blessings nature lenes

Initiate in the secrets of the skies! To succour frail humanity. Ye stars!

To read creation ; read its mighty plan. And thou, O moon! bear witness ; many a night in the bare bosom of the Deity! lle tore the pillow from beneath iny head, The plan and execution to collate ! Tied dowu iny sore attention to the shock, To see, before cach glance of piercing thoughi, By ceascless depredations on a life,

| All cloud, ail shadow blown remote ; and leave Dearer than that he left me. Dreadful post No mystery -- but that of love divine, Of observation ! darker every hour!

Which lifts us on the scraph's flaming wing, Less dread the day that drove me to the brink, From earth's Aceldamxt, this field of blood, And pointed at eierniiy below.

JOf inward anguish, and of outward ill, i When my soul shuddes'd at futurity,

From darkness, and from dust, to such a scene!


Lowe's element! true joy's illustrious home! The bare ideas! solid happiness
From earth sad contrast (now deplor'd) more fait. So distant from its shadow chas'd below! .
These are the thoughts that aggrandise the And chase we still the phantom thro' the fire,

O'er bog, and brake, and precipice, 'till death?
How great (while yet we tread the kindred clod, And toil we still for sublunary pay?
And every moment fear to sink beneath Defy the dangers of the field, and flood,
The clod we tread; soon trodden by our sons) Or,'spider-like, spin out our precious all,
How great, in the wild whirl of time's pursuits,Our more than vitals spin in curious webs
To stop, and pause, involv'd in high presage; Of subtle thought, and exquisite design ;
Through the long visto of a thousand years, |(Fine net-work of the brain!) to catch a fly?
To stand contemplating our distant selves, The momentary buz of vain renown!
As in a magnifying mirror seen,

A name, a mortal immortality.
Enlarg'd, ennobled, elevate, divine! :
To prophesy our otvn futurities !

$ 206. Genius connected with Ignominy.
Togaze in thought on whatallthought transcends! GENIUS and art, ambition's boasted wings,
To talk, with fellow-candidates, of joys,
As far beyond conception, as desert,

Our boast but ill deserve. A feeble aid ! Ourselves th' astonish'd talkers and the tale!

Heart-merit wanting, mount we ne'er so high, When mount we? when these shackles cast? When i behold a genius bright and base,

Our height is but the gibbet of our name. when quit This cell of the creation ? this small nest,

Of towering talents, and terrestrial ajins; Stuck in a corner of the universe,

| Methinks, I see, as thrown from her high sphere, Wrapt up in fleecy cloud, and fine-spun-air ?

The glorious fragments of a soul immortal, Fine-spun to sense, but gross and feculent

With rubbish mixt, and glittering in the dust. To souls celestial; souls ordain'd to breathe

Hearts are proprietors of all applause, Ambrosial gales; and drink a purer sky;

Right ends, and means, niake wisdom: worldlyGreatly triumphant on time's farther shore.

Is but half-witted, at its highest praise. [wise In an eternity what scenes shall strike! What webs of wonder shall unravel there!

$ 207. Exalted Station. What dull day pour on all the paths of heaven, 1 What is station high? And light th' Almighty's footsteps in the deep! 'Tis a proud mendicant; it boasts, and begs; How shall the blessed day of our discharge It begs an alıns of homage froin the throng, Unwind, at once, the labyrinth's of fate, And oft the throng denies its charity. And straighten iis inextricable inaze!

Monarchs and ministers are awful namics ; If inextinguishable thirst in nian

Whoever wear them, challenge our devoir. To know; hoy rich, how full our banquet hierc ! Religion, public order, both exact Here, not the moral world alone unfolds; Exteriml homage, and a supple knee, The world material lately seen in shades, To beings pompously set up, to serve And in those shades, by fragnients only scen, The meanest slave; all more is inerit's due; And seen those fragments by the laboring eye, Her sacred and inviolable right, I'nbroken, now, illustrious, and entire, Nor ever paid the monarch, but the man. Its aruple sphere, its universal frame,

Our hearts ne'er bow but to superior worth; In full dimensions, swells to the survey; Nor ever fail of their allegiance there. And enters, at one glance, the ravish'd sight. | Fools indeed drop the man in their account, How shall the stranger man's illumin'd eve, | And vote the mantle into majesty. In the sast ocean of unbounded space,

Let the small savage boast his silver fur ; Behold an infinite of Aoating worlds

His royal robe unborrow'd, and unbought,
Divide the crystal waves of ether pure,

His own, descending fairly from his sires.
Jo endlesz voyage, without port! the least Shall man be proud to wear his livery,
Of these disseminated orbs low great!

And souls in ermine scorn a soul without ?
Yet what are these to the stupendous whole ? Can place or lessen us, or aggrandise?
As particles, as atoms ill-perceiv'd. . Pigmics are pigmics still, tho' percht ou alps,

It admiration is a source of joy, shearen. And pyrainids are pyramids in vales... What transport hence! Yet this the least .in Each inan makes his own stature, builds himself; What this to that illusirious robe He wears, Virtue alone out-builds the pyramids; Who toss'd this mass of wonders from his hand, Her monuments shad last, when Egypt's fall. A specimen, an earnest of his power!

| Ofthese suretruths dost thou demand the cause? Tis, to that glory, whence all glory Hows, The cause is lodg'd in immortality. As the mead's meanest flow'ret to the sun, Hear, and assent. Thy bosom burns for pow'r; Which gure it birth. But what, this. Sun of 'Ti: thine. And art thou greater than before. heaven!

|Then thou before was something less than nian. This bliss supremne of the supremely blest!. Has thy new post betray'd the into pride? Death, only death, the question can resolve. That pride defames humanity, and calls (raise. By death shisap-bought ih ideas of our 1033 0 The being mean, which staffs or strings.can


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§ 208. True Greatness.

Superior wonders in himself forgot, .

His adviration waste on objects round,
That prince, and that alone, is truly great,

...When litaven makes him the soul of all he sees? Who 'draws the sword reluctant, gladly Absurd ! not rare! so great, so mean, is man. . .. sheaths;

What wealth in senses such as these! what On empire builds what empire far outweighs,

In fancy, fir'd to form a fairer scene [wealth And inakes his throne a scaffold to the skies. Why this so rare? because forgot of all

Than sense surveys! in inem ory's firip record, The day of death; that venerable day, (nounce

Which, should ii perish, could this world recall, Which sits as judge: that day which shall pro

From the dark shadows of o'erwhelming years!

In colors fresh, originally bright On all our days, absolve them, or conelemn.

| Preserve its portrait, and report its fate! Lorenzo! never shut thy thought against it; Be levees ne'er so full, afford it room,

What wealth in intellect, that sovereign power!

Which sense, and fancy, summons to the bar; And give it audience in the cabinet. Tiat friend consulted, flatteries apart,

Interrogates, approves, or reprehends : '

And from the mass those underlings inport, Will tell thee fair, if thou art great, or mean.

From their materials sifted, and retin'd,
To doat on aught may leave us, or be left,
Is that ambition then let flames descend,

Forms art, and science, government, and law. Point to the centre their inverted spires :

What wealtha in souls that soar, dive, range

around. When blind ambition quite mistakes her road,

Disdaining limit, or from place, or time, And downward pores, for that which shines

Ard hear at once, in thought extensive, hear Substantial happiness, and true renown; (above,

Th'almighty fiat, and the trumpet's sound ! Then, like an idiot gazing on the brook,

Bold, on creation's outside walk, and view We leap at stars, and fasten in the mud ;

What was, and is, and more than e'er shall be; At glory grasp, and sink in infamy.

Commanding, with omnipotence of thonght,

Creations new, in fancy's field to rise ! 209. The Torment of Ambition. • Souls, that cangrasp whate'erth' Almighty made; AMBITION! powerful source of good and ill! And wander wild ihrough things impossible ; Thy strength in man, like length of wing in What wealth, in faculties of endless growth, birds,

In liberty to choose, in power to reach, When disengag'd from earth, with greater ease And in citration (how thy riches rise!) And swifter flight, transports us to ihe skies. : Duration to perpetuate-boundless bliss! By toys entangled, or in guili pemir'd, Ji turus a curse ; it is our chain, and scourge,

$ 211. The l'unity of Wealth. . In this dark dungeon, where confin'd we lie,

HIGA-BUILT abundance, heap on heap! fos Close-grated by the sordid bars of sense ;

what? All prospect of eternity shut out; .

| To breed new wants, and beggar us the more ; und but for execution ne'er set free.

Then make a richer scramble for the throng:

Soon as this feeble pulse, which leaps so lona, $ 210. True Riches.

| Alniost by niracles is tir'd with play, With error in ambition, justly charg'd, Like rubbish, from disploding engines thrown, Find we Lorenzo wiser in his wealth?

Our magazines of hoarderl trifles fly; Where thy true treasure; Gold says, “ not in Fly diverse ; fly to forcigners, to foes; me,"

New masters court, and call the former fool, And, « not in me," thediamond. Gold is poor ; f (How justly?) for dependence on their stay. India's insolvent : seek it in thyself;

Wide scatter first, our play-things, then ourdust. Seek in thy naked sell, and find it there : | Much learning shows how little mortals knew : In being so descended, form’d, endow'd ; I Much wealth, how little worldlings can enjoy : Sky-born, sky-guided, sky-returning race! At best it babies us with endless toys; Erect, inmortal, rational, divine!"

And keeps us children till we drop to dust. In scnses, which inherit earth and heavens ; As monkies at a mirror stand amaz'd, Enjoy the various riches nature viclds : | They fail to find what they so plainly see; . Far nobler! give the riches they enjoy ;

Thus men in shining riches see the face Give taste to fruits, and harmony to grores; of happiness, nor know it is a shade ; Their radiant beams to gold, and gold's bright But gaze, and touch, and peep, and peep again, Take in at once the landscape of the world, (fire; And wish, and wonder it is absent still. Ata'small inlet, which a grain might close, How few can rescue opulence from want! And half create the wondrous world they see. Who lives to nature, rarely can be poor ; Our senses, as our reason, are divine.

Who lives to fancs, never can be rich. But for the magic organ's powerful charm; ' Poor is the man in debt; the man of gold, Eurth were a rude, incolor'd chaos still: In debt to fortune, trembles at her pow's. Ours is the cloth, the pencil, and the print, The man of reason smiles at her, and death. Thich beautifies creation's ample dome...JO what a patrimony, this! a being Say ther; halt an, bia thoughts alt sett abroad, Of such inherent strength and majesty,


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