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The mystic word, till then ne'er told There seemed around me some dark To living creature of earth's mould !
chain, Scarce was it said, when, quick as Which still, as I essayed to soar, thought,
Battled, alas ! each wild endeavour : Her lips from mine, like echo, caught Dead lay my wings, as they have lain The holy sound-her hands and eyes Since that sad hour, and will remainWere instant lifted to the skies,
So wills the offended God-for ever! And thrice to heaven she spoke it out. It was to yonder star I traced
With that triumphant look Faith Her journey up the illumined wasteWhen not a cloud of fear or doubt,
That isle in the blue firmament,
To which so oft her fancy went
In wishes and in dreams before,
Thy blest rewarıl-ordained to be That very moment her whole frame
Her home of light for evermore! All bright and glorified became, Once-or did I but fancy so ?And at her back I saw unclose
Even in her flight to that fair sphere, Two wings magnificent as those 'Mid all her spirit's new-felt glow,
That sparkle round the eternal throne, A pitying look she turned below Whose plumes, as buoyantly she rose On him who stood in darkness here; Above me, in the moonbeam shone
Him whom, perhaps, if vain regret With a pure light, wbich--from its hue, Can dwell in beaven, she pities yet ; Unknown upon this earth-I knew
And oft, when looking to this dim Was light from Eden, glistening And distant world, remembers bim.
through! Most holy vision ! ne'er before But soon that passing dream was gone ;
Did aught so radiant-since the day Farther and farther off she shone,
Till lessened to a point as small
Did not I, too, proclaim out thrice Into her own immortal star, The powerful words that were, that And when at length my straining sight night,
Had caught her wing's last fading ray, Oh, even for Heaven too much delight !- That minute from my soul the light Again to bring us eyes to eyes,
Of heaven and love both passed away; And soul to soul in Paradise ? And I forgot my home, my birth, I did I spoke it o'er and o'er
Profaned my spirit, sunk my brow, I prayed, I wept, but all in vain ; And revelled in gross joys of earth, For me the spell had power no more,
Till I became- what I am now !
I'And his tail drew the third part of the stars the completion of that grade alone; or, as it is of heaven, and did cast them to the earth.' Rev. explained by Salonius (Diat in Fecl.) - Decem aii. :-Docent sancti (says Suaiez) supremum sunt ordines angelorum, sed unus cecidit per angelum traxisse secum tertiam partem stel. superbiam, et idcirco boni angeli semper laborant, Larum.'-Lib. 7. cap. 7.
ut de hominibus numerus adimpleatur, et pro» The idea of the Fathers was, that the veniat ad perfectum numerum, id est, denarium.' vacancies occasioned in the different orders of According to some theologians, virgins alone ara angels by the faul were to be filled up from the admitted 'ad collegium angelorum;' but tht human race. There is, however, another opinion, authorof the Speculum Peregrinarum Quæstionam backed by papal authority, that it was only the rather questions this exclusive privilege :- Hoc tenth order of the Celestial Hierarchy that fell, nou videtur verum, quia multi, non virgines, ut and that, therefore, the promotions which occa- Petrus et Magdalena, multis etiam virginibus sionally take place from earth are intended for eminentiores sunt,'--Decud. 2, cap. 10.
The Spirit bowed his head in shame; Spirits of Knowledge,? who o'er Time
A shame that of itself would tell- Ard Space and Thought an empire Were there not even those breaks of claimed, tlame,
Second alone to Him, whose light Celestial, through his clouded fraine-- Was, even to theirs, as day to night How grand the height from which he 'Twixt whom and them was distance fell!
far That holy Shame which ne'er forgets And wide, as would the journey be The unblenched renown it used to To reach from any island star wear;
The vague shores of infinity ! Whose blush remains, when Virtue sets,
To show her sunshine has been there. Once only, while the tale he toid,
'Twas Rubi, in whose mournful eye Were his eyes lifted to behold
Slept the dim light of days gone by ; That happy stainless star, where she
Whose voice, though sweet, fell on the Dwelt in her bower of purity ! One minute did he look, and then
Like echoes in some silent place,
When first awaked for many a year ; As though he felt some deadly pain From its sweet light through heart
And when he smiled-if o'er his face and brain
Smile ever shone-'twas like the grace Shrunk back, and never looked again. The sunny life, the glory gone.
Of moonlight rainbows, fair, but wan,
same, Who was the Second Spirit ?-he A softening shade from sorrow came ; With the proud front and piercing And though at times his spirit knew glance,
The kindlings of disdain and ire, Who seemed, when viewing heaven's Short was the fitful glare they threw
Like the last Hashes, fierce but few, expanse, As though his far-sent eye could see
Seen through some noble pile on fire! On, ou into the Immensity Behind the veils of that blue sky, Such was the Angel who now broke Where God's sublimest secrets lie ?- The silence that had come o'er all, His wings, the while, though day was When he, the Spirit that last spoke, gone,
Closed the sad history of his fall; Flashing, with many a various hue And, while a sacred lustre, flown Of light they from themselves alone, For many a day, relumed his cheek,
Instinct with Eden's brightnessdrew? Beautiful as in days of old ; 'Twas Rubi'—once among the prime
And not those eloquent lips alone, And flower of those bright creatures, But every feature seemed to speak named
Thus his eventful story told :
"I might have chosen, perhaps, some better find it expressly forbidden in one of the canons name; but it is meant (like that of Zaraph in the (35th) of the Council of Laodicea, ovouabely tous following story) to define the particular class of ayyenous. Josephus, too, mentions, among the spirits to which the angel belonged. The author religious rites of the Essenes, their .swearing to of the Book of Enoch, who estimates at 200 the preserve the names of the angels,'-outpNoew number of angels that descended upon Mount Ta twv ayye.w ovouara.--Bell. Jud. lib. 2, cap, Hermon, for the purpose of making love to the 8. See upon this subject Van Dale, de Orig. et womeu of earth, has favoured us with the names Progress. Idololat. cap. 9. of their leader and chiefy-Samyaza, Urakabara- 3 The word cherub signifies knowledge-76 meel, Akibeel, Tamiel, etc. etc.
γνοστικον αυτων και θεοπτικον, 8ays Dionysius. In that heretical worship of angels, which Hence it is that Ezekiel, to express the abundance prevailed to a great degree during the first ages of their knowledge, represents them as full of of Christianity, to name them seems to have been eyes,' one of the most important ceremonies ; for we
SECOND ANGEL'S STORY. For ever, with a spell-like weight,
Upon my spirit-early, late,
When unto Eden's new-made bowers, The thought of what might yet befall
That splendid creature mixed with all. — Summoned his chief angelic powers," Nor she alone, but her whole race To witness the one wonder yet,
Through ages yet to come-whate'er Beyond man, angel, star, or sun, Of feminine, and fond, and fair, He must achieve, ere he could set
Should spring from that pure mind and His seal upon the world as done
face, To see that last perfection rise, All waked my soul's intensest care : That crowning of creation's birth,
Their forms, souls, feeling, still to me When, 'mid the worship and surprise God's most disturbing mystery ! Of circliug angels, Woman's eyes
First opened upon heaven and earth; It was my doom-even from the first. And from their lids a thrill was sent,
When summoned with my cherub That through each living spirit went,
peers, Like first light through the firmament! To witness the young vernal burst
Of nature through those blooming Can you forget how gradual stole
spheres, The fresh awakened breath of soul Those Aowers of light, that sprung Throughout her perfect form-which beneath seemed
The first touch of the Eternal's breathTo grow transparent, as there beamed It was my doom still to be haunted That dawn of mind within, and caught By some new wonder, some sublime New loveliness from each new thought ? And matchless work, that, for the Slow as o'er summer seas we trace
time, The progress of the noon-tide air, Held all my soul enchained, enchanted, Dimpling its bright and silent face And left me not a thought, a dream, Each minute int, some new grace,
A word, but on that only theme ! And varying heaven's reflections there
The wish to know-that endless thirst, Or, like the light of evening stealing
Which even by quenching is awaked, O'er some fair temple, which all day And which becomes or blessed orcursed, Hath slept in shadow, slow revealing Still urged me onward, with desire
As is the fount whereat 'tis slaked Its several beauties, ray by ray, Till it shines out, a thing to bless,
Insatiate, to explore, inquire-
Whate'er the wondrous things might be,
Their cause, aim, source from whence Can you forget her blush when round
they sprung, Through Eden's lone enchanted ground Their inmost powers, as though for me She looked- and at the sea, the skies, Existence on that knowledge hung.
And heard the rush of many a wing, By God's command then vanishing, Oh what a vision were the stars, And saw the last few angel eyes, When first I saw them burn on high, Still lingering-mine among the rest, - Rolling along, like living cars Reluctant leaving scene so blest? Of light for gods to journey by ! From that miraculous hour, the fate They were my heart's first passion-days
Of this new glorious Being dwelt And nights, unwcaried, in their rays
I St. Augustin, upon Genesis, seems rather inclined to admit that the angels had some sbar aliquod ministerium) in the creation of Adam and Eve.
Have I hung floating, till each sense Worlds upon worlds, yet found his mind Seemed full of their bright influence. Even in that luminous range contined, Innocent joy! alas, how much
Now blest the humblest, meanest sod Of misery had I shunned below, Of the dark earth where Woman trod! Could I have still lived blest with such; In vain my former idols glistened Nor, proud and restless, burned to From their far thrones, in vain these
know The knowledge that brings guilt and To the once thrilling music listened, woe!
That hymned around my favourite Often-so much I loved to trace
spheresThe secrets of this starry race
To earth, to earth each thought was Have I at morn and evening run
given, Along the lines of radiance spun,
That in this half-lost soul had birth; Like webs, between them and the sun, Like some high mount, whose head's Untwisting all the tangled ties
in heaven. Of light into their different dyes- Whileits wholeshadow rests on earth! Then fleetly winged I off, in quest Of those, the farthest, loneliest, Nor was it Love, even yet, that thrallel That watch, like winking sentinels, My spirit in his burning ties ; The void, beyond which Chaos dwells, And less, still less could it be called and there, with noiseless plume, pur- That grosser flame, round which Love sued
flies Their track through that grand solitude, Nearer and nearer, till he diesAskiug intently all aud each
No, it was wonder, such as thrilled What soul within their radiance At all God's works my dazzled sense; dwelt,
The same rapt wonder, only filled And wishing their sweet light were With passion, more profound, inspeech,
teuse, That they might tell me all they ielt. A vehement, but wandering fire,
Whicb, though nor love, nor yet desire, Nay, oft, so passionate my chase
Though through all womankind it took Of these resplendent heirs of space,
Its range, as vague as lightnings run,
Yet wanted but a touch, a look,
To fix it burning upon One.
Then, too, the ever-restless zeal,
The insatiate curiosity
To know what shapes, so fair, must
feelExulting out, when on my sight New worlds of stars, all fresh and young,
To look, but once, beneath the seal As if just born of darkness, sprung!
Of so much loveliness, and see
eyes — Such was my pure ambitiou then, Whether, as sunbeams find their way
My sinless transport, night and morn, Into the gein that hidden lies, Ere this still newer world of men,
Those looks could inward turn their And that most fair of stars was born, ray, Which I, in fatal hour, saw rise
To make the soul as bright as they ! Among the flowers of Paradise ! Ali this impelled my anxious chase, Thenceforth my nature all was changed, Anil still the more I saw and knew
My heart, soul, senses turned below; Of Woman's fond, weak, conquering And he, who but so lately ranged
race, Yon wonderful expause, where glow The intenser still my wonder grew.
I had beheld their First, their Eve, I had seen this; had seen Man-armed
Born in that splendid Paradise, As his soul is with strength and Which God made solely to receive
The first light of her waking eyes. By her first words to ruin charmed;
His vaunted reason's cold defence,
Though by her counsels taught to err,
Though driven from Paradise for her So exquisite-her error, too, (And with her—that, at least, was bliss), That easy trust, that prompt belief Had I not heard him, ere he crossed
In what the warm heart wishes true; The threshold of that earthly heaven,
For 'tis my own) that wish to know, The frail fond trembler to a breast
first On her, on me, on all below!
That ruined Man to Woman
1 Whether Eve was created in Paradise or not view of the matter, Pererius remarks that it is to is a question that has been productive of much Adam alone the Deity addresses his reproaches doubt and controversy among the theologians. for having eaten of the forbidden tree, because With respect to Adam, it is agreed on all sides that to Adam alone the order had been originally prohe was created outside ; and it is accordingly mulgated. So far, indeed, does the gallantry of asked, with some warmth, by one of the com- another commentator, Hugh de St. Victor, carry mentators, 'why should woman, the ignobler him, that he looks upon the words, I will put creature of the two, be created within? Others, enmity between thee and the woman,' as a proof on the contrary, consider this distinction as but that the sex was from that moment enlisted into a fair tribute to the superior beauty and purity the service of Heaven, as the chief foe and of women; and some, in their zeal, even seem to obstacle which the Spirit of Evil would have to think that, if the scene of her creatiou was not contend with in his inroads on this world :-'Si already Paradise, it became so, immediately upon deinceps Eva inimica Diabolo, ergo fuit grata et that event, in compliment to her. Josephus is amica Deo.' one of those who think that Eve was formed out- 3 Chavah (or, as it is in the Latin version, side; Tertullian, too, among the Fathers; and, Eva) has the same signification as the Greek, among the Theologians, Rupertus, who, to do Zoe (Life). him justice, never misses an opportunity of put- Epiphanius, among others, is not a little sur. ting on record his ill-will to the sex. Pererius, prised at the application of such a name to Eve, however (and his opinion seems to be considered so immediately, too, after that awful denunciation the most orthodox), thinks it more consistent of death, 'Dust thou art,' etc. etc. Some of the with the order of the Mosaic narration, as well commentators think that it was meant as a as with the sentiments of Basil and other sarcasm, and spoken by Adam, in the first bitterFathers, to conclude that Eve was created in ness of his heart,-in the same spirit of irony Paradise.
(says Pererius) as that of the Greeks in calling 2. The comparative extent of Eve's delinquency, their Furies, Eumenides, or Gentle. But the and the proportion which it bears to that of Bishop of Chalon rejects this supposition :-'Ex Adam, is another point which has exercised the plodendi sane qui id nominis ab Adamo per tiresome ingenuity of the commentators; and ironiam inditum uxori suæ putant; atque quod they seem generally to agree (with the exception mortis causa esset, amaro joco vitam appellasse." always of Rupertus) that, as she was not yet With a similar feeling of spleen against women, created when the prohibition was issued, and some of these distillateurs des Saintes Lettres therefore could not have heard it (a conclusion (as Bayle calls them), in rendering the text 'I remarkably confirmed by the inaccurate way in will make bim a help meet for him, translate which she reports it to the serpent), her share in these last words against or contrary to him' the crime of disobedience is considerably lighter meaning which, it appears, the original will than that of Adam. In corroboration of this l_bear), and represent them as prophetic of those