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And let her prophesy be foon fulfild;
Fate! drop the curtain ; I can lose no more.

Silence, and Darkness ! folemn fifters ! wins
From ancient Night, who nurse the tender thought
To Reason, and on Reason build Refolve
(That column of true majefty in man)
Affitt me: I will thank you in the grave;
The grave, your kingdom : There this frame shall fall
A vi&tim sacred to your dreary shrine,
But what are ye? Thou, who didft put to flight
Primeval Silence, when the morning ftars
Exulting, shouted o'er the riting ball;
( THOU! whose word from Silid Darkness ftruck
That spark, the fun; Atrike wisdom from my soul;
My soul which flies to thee, her truft, her treasure,
As mifers to the gold, while others rest.

Thro' this opaque of Nature and of Soul,
This double night, transmit one pitying ray,
To lighten, and to chear. O lead my mind,
(A mind that fain would wander from its woe)
Lead it chro' various scenes of Life, and Death,
And from each scene, the noblest truths inspire,
Nor less inspire my Conduct than my Song ;
Teach my best reason, reason my best will,
Teach re&titude ; and fix my firm resolve
Wisdom to wed, and pay her long arrear.
Nor lec che vial of thy vengeance pour'd
On this devoted head be pour'd in vain.

The bell strikes One. We take no note of time,
But from its loss, To give it then a tongue,
Is wife in man As if an angel spoke,
I feel che folemn found. If heard aright,
It is the Knell of my departed hours ;
Where are they? with the years beyond the flood :
It is the signal that demands dispatch ;
How inucn is to be done ? my hopes and fear's
Start up alarm’d, and o'er life's narrow verge
Look down-on what a fathomless abyss ;
A dread ecernity ! how surely Mine ?
And can eternity belong to me,
Poor penfioner on the bounties of an hour ?

How poor ? how rich ? how abje&t? how auguft?

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How complicate ? how wonderful is man?
How palling wonder he, who made him fuch?
Who center'd in our make such ftrange extremes ?
From different natures marvelously mixt,
Connection exquisite of diftant worlds !
Distinguisht Link in being's endless chain,
Midway from Nothing to the Deity !
A beam echerial fully'd, and absport !
Tho' fully'd, and disonour'd, ftill divine !
Dina miniature of greatness absolute !
An heir of glory! a frail child of duft!
Helpless immortal! ivfe&t infinite !
A worm! a god !-I tremble at myself,
And in myself am lift! At home a stranger,
Thought wanders up and down, surpriz'd, aghaft,
And wond'ring at her own : how reafon reel?

what a miracle to man is man,
Triumphantly distress'd! whatjy, what dread !
Alternately transported, and alarmid !
What can preserve my life ? or what defroy ?
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave:
Legions of angels can'ı confine me there.

"Tis paft conjecture ; all things rise in proof:
While o'er my limbs Sleep's f ft dominion spread,
Whar. cho' my soul phantaftic measures trod,
O'e: fairy fields ; or murn'd along the glocin
Of pathless woods; or down the crag y steep
Hurl'd headlong, fiam with pain the man led pool;
Or scal'd the cliff; or danc'd on hollow winds,
With antic fhapes, wild natives of the brain?
Her ceaseless light, tho' devious, speaks her nature
Of fubtler efence than the trodden clod ;
Axive, aerial, tow'ring, unconfin’d,
Unfetter'd with her gross companion's fall :
Er'n flent night proclaims my fvul Immortal:
Ev'n filent night proclaims eternal day :
For human weal, heav'n husbands all events,
Dull Neep inftruets, nor sport vain dreams in vain.

Why chen Their loss deploré, that are not loft ;
Why wander wrecched thoughts their tombs around,
In infidel diftress ? Are Angels there?
Slumbers, rak'd up in duft etherial fire ?

They live ! they greatly live a life on earth
Unkindl'd, unconceiv'd; and from an eye
Of tenderness, let heav'nly pity fall
On me, more juftly number'd with the dead.
This is the desart, This the folitude :
How populous ! how vital, is the grave !
This is creacion's melancholy vault,
'The vale funeral, the sad Cypress gloom;
The land of apparitions, empty shades !
All, all on earth is Shadow, all beyond
Is Substance ; the reverse is folly's Creed :
How solid all, where change shall be no more !

This is the bud of being, the dim dawn,
The twilight of our day, the veffibule ;
Life's cheatre as yec is thut, and death,
Strong death alone can heave the maffy bar,
This gross impediment of clay remove,
And make us embryos of existence, free.
From Real life, but liccle more remote
Is He, not yet a candidate for light,
The Future embryo, flumbering in his fire.
Embryos we must be, till we burst the shell,
Yon ambient, azure shell, and spring to life.
The life of gods ; O transport ! and of man.

Yet man, fool man! Here buries all his thoughts;.
Inters celestial hopes without one figh;
Prisoner of earth and pent beneath the moon,
Here pinions all his wishes ; wing'd by heaven
To fly an infinite ; and reach it there,
Where Seraphs gather immortality,
On life's fair tree, fast by the throne of God :
What golden joys ambrofial cluft'ring glow
In his full beam, and ripen for the juft,
Where momentary ages are no more?
Where time and rain, and chance and death expire ?
And is it in the flight of threescore years,
To push eternity from human thought,
And smother souls immortal in the dust?
A soul immortal spending all her fires,
Wasting her strength in ftrenuous idleness,
'Thrown into tumult, raptur'd, or alarm’d,
At aught this scene can threaten, or indulge,

Resembles Ocean into tempeft wrought,
To waft a feacher or to drown a fly.

Where falls chis cenfuie ? It o'erwhelms myself,
How was my heart incrusted by the world !
O how self-fetier'd was my groveling foul !
How like a worm was I wrapt round and round
In filken thought, with reptile Fancy (pun,
Till darken’d Reason lay quite clouded o'er
With soft conceit of endless comfort Here,
Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies?

Night-visions may befriend, (as sung above)
Our Waking dreams are fatal : how I dreami
Of things impossible ? (could sleep do more?)
Of joys perperual in perpetual change?
Of ftable pleasures on the tossing wave ?
Eternal sunshine in the storms of life?
How richly were my noon-tide crances hung
With gorgeous tapestries of pi&ur'd joys ?
Joy behind joy, in endless perspective!
'Till at death's toll, whose reftlessiron congue
Calls daily for his millions at a meal,
Starring I woke and found myself undone,
Where now my frenzy's pompous furniture !
The Cobweb'd cottage with its ragged wall
Of mould’ring mud, is Royalty to me!
The Spider's attenuated thread
Is cord, is cable, to man's tender cie
On earthly bliss ; it breaks at every breeze,

Oye bleft scenes of Permanent delight !
Full, above measure ! lafting beyond bound
A Perpetuity of blits, is blits.
Could you, so rich in rapture, fear an end,
That ghastly thought would drink up all your joy,
And quite unparadise che realms of light.
Safe are you lodg'd above these rowling spheres ;
'I he baleful influence of whose giddy dance
Sheds fad viciffitude on all teneath.
Here seems with revolucions every hour ;
And rarely for the better ; or the best,
More mortal than the common births of face,
Each Moment has its fickle, emulous
Of Time's enormous fcythe, whose ample sweep


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