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Of Night, and haunted still the moral gloom Of heaven's most ancient sages, sitting, hears With shapeless forms, and blue, infernal lights, New wonders of the wondrous works of God! And indistinct, and devilish whisperings,

Illustrious too, that morning, stood the man That the miseducated fancies vexed

Exalted by the people, to the throne Of superstitious men,-at his approach, Of government, established on the base Dispersed, invisible. Where'er he went, Of justice, liberty, and equal right; This lesson still he taught, To fear no ill Who, in his countenance sublime, expressed But sin, no being but Almighty God.

A nation's majesty, and yet was meek All-comprehending sage! too hard alone And humble; and in royal palace gave For him was man's salvation; all besides, Example to the meanest, of the fear Of use or comfort, that distinction made Of God, and all integrity of life Between the desperate savage, soarcely raised And manners; who, august, yet lowly; whą, Above the beast whose flesh he ate, undressed, Severe, yet gracious; in his very heart, And the most polished of the human raco, Detesting all oppression, all intent Was product of his persovering search. Of private aggrandizement; and, the first Religion owed him much, as from the false In every public duty, held the scales She suffered much; for still his main design, Of justice, and as the law, which reigned in him, In all his contemplations, was to trace

Commanded, gave rewards; or, with the edge The wisdom, providence, and love of God, Vindictive, smote, now light, now heavily, And to his fellows, less observant, show

According to the stature of the crime. Them forth. From prejudice redeemed, with all Conspicuous like an oak of healthiest bough, His passions still, above the common world, Deep-rooted in his country's love, he stooul, Sublime in reason and in aim sublime,

And gave his hand to Virtue, helping up He sal, and on the marvellous works of God The honest man to honour and renown; Sedately thought; now glancing up his eye, And, with the look wbich goodness wears in wrath Intelligent, through all the starry dance, Withering the very blood of Knavery, And penetrating now the deep remote

And from his presence driving far, ashamed. Of central causes in the womb opaque

Nor less remarkable, among the blessed, Of matter hid; now with inspection nice, Appeared the man, who, in the senate-house Entering the mystic labyrinths of the mind, Watchful, unhired, unbribed, and uncorrupt, Where thought, of notice ever shy, behind And party only to the common weal, Thought, disappearing; still retired; and still, In virtue's awful age, pleaded for right, Thought meeting thought, and thought awaken- With truth so clear, with argument so strong, ing thought,

With action so sincere, and tone so loud And mngling still with thought in endless maze, And deep, as made the despot quako behind Bewildered observation; now, with eye

His adamantine gates, and every joint, Yet more severely purged, looking far down In terror, smite his fellow-joint relaxed; Into the heart, where passion wove a web Or, marching to the field, in burnished steel, Of thousand thousand threads, in grain and hue While, frowning on his brow, tremendous hung All different; then, upward venturing whiles, The wrath of a whole people, long provoked, But reverently, and in his hand, the right Mustered the stormy wings of war, in day Revealed, near the eternal Throne, he gazed, Of dreadful deeds; and led the battle on, Philosophizing less than worshipping.

When Liberty, swift as the fires of heaven, Most truly great! his intellectual strength In fury roce, with ah her hosts, and threw And knowledge vast, to men of lesser mind, The tyrant down, and drove invasion back. Seemed infinite; yet, from his high pursuits, Illustrious he-illustrious all appeared, And reasonings most profound, he still returned Who raled supreme in righteousness; or held Home, with an humbler and a warmer heart: Inferior place, in steadfast rectitude And none so lowly bowed before his God, Of soul. Peculiarly severe had been As none so well His awful majesty

The nurture of their youth, their knowledge great, And goodness comprehended; or so well Great was their wisdom, great their cares, and His own dependency and weakness knew.

great How glorious now, with vision purified Their self-denial, and their service done At the Essential Truth, entirely free

To God and man; and great was their reward, From error, he, investigating still,

At band, proportioned to their worthy deeds. For knowledge is not found, unsought, in hea- Breathe all thy minstrelsy, immortal Harp! ven,

Breathe numbers warm with love, while I rehearse : From world to world, at pleasure, roves, on wing Delighted theme, resembling most the songs Of golden ray upborne ; or, at the feet

Which, day and night, are sung before the Lambl.


Thy praise, O Charity! thy labours most Of wretchedness! or who describe what smiles
Divine; thy sympathy with sighs, and tears, Of gratitude illumined the face of wo,
And groans; thy great, thy god-like wish, to heal While from his hand he gave the bounty forth!
All misery, all fortune's wounds, and make As when the Sun, to Cancer wheeling back,
The soul of every living thing rejoice.

Returned from Capricorn, and showed the north,
O thou wast needed much in days of Time! That long had lain in cold and cheerless night,
No virtue, half so much !-None half so fair! His beamy countenance; all nature then
To all the rest, however finc, thou gavest Rejoiced together glad; the flower looked up
A finishing and polish, without which

And smiled; the forest, from his locks, shook off No man e'er entered heaven. Let me record The hoary frosts, and clapped his hands; the birds His praise, the man of great benevolence, Awoke, and, singing, rose to meet the day; Who pressed thee closely to his glowing heart, And from his hollow den, where many months And to thy gentle bidding made his feet He slumbered sad in darkness, blithe and light Swift minister. Of all mankind, his soul Of heart the savage sprung, and saw again Was most in harmony with heaven: as one His mountains shine, and with new songs of love Sole family of brothers, sisters, friends, Allured the virgin's ear: so did the house, One in their origin, one in their rights

The prison-house of guilt, and all the abodes To all the common gifts of providence,

Of unprovided helplessness, revive,
And in their hopes, their joys, and sorrows one, As on them looked the sunny messenger
He viewed the universal human race.

of Charity. By angels tended still, He needed not a law of state, to force

That marked his deeds, and wrote them in the Grudging submission to the law of God.

book The law of love was in his heart, alive; Of God's remembrance; careless he to be What he possessed, he counted not his own; Observed of men, or have each mite bestowed But, like a faithful steward in a house

Recorded punctually, with name and place, Of public alms, what freely he received In every bill of news. Pleased to do good, He freely gave, distributing to all

He gave, and sought no more, nor questioned much, The helpless the last mite beyond his own Nor reasoned, who deserved; for well he knew Temperate support, and reckoning still the gift The face of need. Ah me! who could mistake? But justice due to want; and so it was, The shame to ask, the want that urged within, Although the world, with compliment not ill Composed a look so perfectly distinct Applied, adorned it with a fairer name. From all else human, and withal so full Nor did he wait till to his door the voice Of misery, that none could pass, untouched, Of supplication came, but went abroad, And be a Christian, or thereafter claim, With foot as silent as the starry dews, In any form, the name or rights of man, In search of misery that pined unseen,

Or, at the day of judgment, lift his eye; And would not ask. And who can tell what sights While he, in name of Christ, who gave the poor He saw! what groans he heard, in that cold world A cup of water, or a bit of bread, Below! where Sin, in league with gloomy Death, Impatient for his advent, waiting stood, Marched daily through the length and breadth of Glowing in robes of love and holiness, all

Heaven's fairest dress! and round him ranged, in The land, wasting at will, and making earth, white, Fair earth! a lazar-house, a dungeon dark, A thousand witnesses appeared, prepared Where Disappointment fed on ruined Hope, To tell his gracious deeds before the Throne. Where Guilt, worn out, leaned on the triple edge Nor unrenowned among the most renowned, Of want, remorse, despair; where Cruelty Nor mong the fairest unadmired, that morn, Reached forth a cup of wormwood to the lips When highest fame was proof of highest worth, Of Sorrow, that to deeper Sorrow wailed; Distinguished stood the bard : not he, who sold Where Mockery, and Disease, and Poverty, The incommunicable, heavenly gift, Met miserable Age, erewhile sore bent

To Folly, and with lyre of perfect tone, With his own burden; where the arrowy winds Prepared by God himself

, for holiest praise,Of winter pierced the naked orphan babe, Vilest of traitors! most dishonest man! And chilled the mother's heart, who had no home; Sat by the door of Ruin, and made there And where, alas ! in mid-time of his day, A melody so sweet, and in the mouth The honest man, robbed by some villain's hand, Of drunkenness and debauch, that else had croaked Or with long sickness pale, and paler yet In natural discordance jarring harsh, With want and hunger, oft drank bitter draughts Put so divine a song, that many turned Of his own tears, and had no bread to eat. Aside, and entered in undone, and thought Oh! who can tell what sights he saw, what shapes Meanwhile, it was the gate of heaven, so like

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An angel's voice the music seemed ; nor he, Well disciplined in nature's rules of taste;
Who, whining grievously of damsel coy, Discerning to select, arrange, combine,
Or blaming fortune, that would nothing give From infinite variety, and still
For doing nought, in indolent lament

To nature true; and guide withal, hard task, Unprofitable, passed his piteous days,

The sacred, living impetus divine, Making himself the hero of his tale,

Discreetly through the harmony of song. Deserving ill the poet's name: but he,

Completed thus, the poet sung; and age The bard, by God's own hand anointed, who, To age, enraptured, heard his measures flow; To Virtue's all-delighting harmony,

Enraptured, for he poured the very fat His numbers tuned: who, from the fount of truth, And marrow of existence through his verse, Poured melody, and beauty poured, and love, And gave the soul, that else, in selfish cold, In holy stream, into the human heart;

Unwarmed by kindred interest, had lain, And, from the height of lofty argument, A roomy life, a glowing relish high, Who "justified the ways of God to man,” A sweet, expansive brotherhood of beingAnd sung what still he sings, approved, in heaven; Joy answering joy, and sigh responding sigh, Though now with bolder note, above the damp Through all the fibres of the social heart. Terrestrial, which the pure celestial fire Observant, sympathetic, sound of head, Cooled, and restrained in part his faming wing. Upon the ocean vast of human thought,

Philosophy was deemed of deeper thought, With passion rough and stormy, venturing out, And judgment more severe, than Poetry; Even as the living billows rolled, he threw To fable, she, and fancy, more inclined. His numbers over them, seized as they were, And yet, if Fancy, as was understood, And to perpetual ages left them fixed, Was of creative nature, or of power,

To each, a mirror of itself displayed; With self-wrought stuff, to build a fabric up, Despair for ever lowering dark on Sin, To mortal vision wonderful and strange, And happiness on Virtue smiling fair. Philosophy, the theoretic, claimed,

He was the minister of fame, and gave Undoubtedly, the first and highest place To whom he would renown: nor missed himselfIn Fancy's favour. Her material souls, Although despising much the idiot roar Her chance, her atoms shaped alike, her white Of popular applause, that sudden, oft, Proved black, her universal nothing, all; Unnaturally turning, whom it nursed And all her wondrous systems, how the mind Itself devoured—the lasting fame, the praise With matter met; how man was free, and yet Of God and holy men, to excellence given. All pre-ordained; how evil first began; Yet less he sought his own renown, than wished And chief, her speculations, soaring high, To have the eternal images of truth Of the eternal, uncreated Mind,

And beauty, pictured in his verse, admired. Which left all reason infinitely far

'Twas these, taking immortal shape and form Behind-surprising feat of theory!

Beneath his eye, that charmed his midnight watch, Were pure creation of her own, webs wove And oft his soul with awful transports shook Of gossamer in Fancy's lightest loom,

Of happiness, unfelt by other men. And no where, on the list of being made This was that spell, that sorcery, which bound By God, recorded: but her look, meanwhile, The port to the lyre, and would not let Was grave and studious; and many thought Him go; that hidden mystery of joy, She reasoned deeply, when she wildly raved. Which made him sing in spite of fortune's worst; The true, legitimate, anointed bard,

And was, at once, both motive and reward. Whose song through ages poured its melody, Nor now among the choral harps, in this Was most severely thoughtful, most minute The native clime of song, are those unknown, And accurate of observation, most

With higher note ascending, who, below, Familiarly acquainted with all modes

In holy ardour, aimed at lofty strains. And phrases of existence. True, no doubt, True fame is never lost: many,

whose names He had originally drunk, from out

Were honoured much on earth, are famous here The fount of life and love, a double draught, For poetry, and, with arch-angel harps, That gave whate'er he touched a double life: Hold no unequal rivalry in song; But this was mere desire at first, and power Leading the choirs of heaven, in numbers high, Devoid of means to work by; need was still In numbers ever sweet and ever new. Of persevering, quick, inspective mood

Behold them yonder, where the river pure Of mind, of faithful memory, vastly stored, Flows warbling down before the throne of God; From universal being's ample field,

And, shading on each side, the tree of life With knowledge; and a judgment, sound and spreads its unfading boughs!-Sce how they shine, clear,

In garments white, quaffing deep draughts of love,


And harping on their harps, new harmonies For doubt, all doubt, was gone, of every kind;
Preparing for the ear of God, Most High! Doubt that erewhile, beneath the lowest base

But why should I, of individual worth, Of mortal reasonings, deepest laid, crept in,
Of individual glory, longer sing?

And made the strongest, best cemented towers
No true believer was, that day, obscure; Of human workmanship, so weakly shake,
No holy soul but had enough of joy;

And to their lofty tops so waver still,
No pious wish without its full reward.

That those who built them, feared their sudden fall, Who in the Father and the Son believed, But doubt, all doubt, was passed; and, in its place, With faith that wrought by love to holy deeds, To every thought that in the heart of man And purified the heart, none trembled there, Was present, now had come an absolute, Nor had by earthly guise his rank concealed; Unquestionable certainty, which gave Whether, unknown, he tilled the ground remote, To each decision of the mind immense Observant of the seasons, and adored

Importance, raising to its proper height
God in the promise, yearly verified,

The sequent tide of passion, whether joy
Of seed-time, harvest, summer, winter, day Or grief. The good man knew, in very truth,
And night, returning duly at the time

That he was saved to all eternity,
Appointed; or, on the shadowy mountain side, And feared no inore; the bad had proof complete,
Worshipped at dewy eve, watching his flocks; That he was damned for ever; and believed
Or, trading, saw the wonders of the deep, Entirely, that on every wicked soul
And as the needle to the starry Pole

Anguish should come, and wrath, and utter wo. Turned constantly, so he his heart to God; Knowledge was much increased, but wisdom Or else, in servitude severe, was taught To break the bonds of sin; or, begging, learned The film of Time, that still before the sight To trust the Providence that fed the raven, Of mortal vision danced, and led the best And clothed the lily with her annual gown. Astray, pursuing unsubstantial dreams,

Most numerous, indeed, among the saved, Had dropped from every eye. Men saw that they And many, too, not least illustrious, shone Had vexed themselves in vain, to understand The men who had no name on earth. Eclipsed What now no hope to understand remained; By lowly circumstance, they lived unknown, That they had often counted evil good, Like stream that in the desert warbled clear, And good for ill; laughed when they should have Still nursing, as it goes, the herb and flower,

Though never seen; or like the star, retired And wept, forlorn, when God intended mirth.
In solitudes of ether, far beyond

But what, of all their follies passed, surprised
All sight, not of essential splendour less, Them most, and seemed most totally insane
Though shining unobserved. None saw their pure And unaccountable, was value set
Devotion, none their tears, their faith, and love, On objects of a day, was serious grief
Which burned within them, both to God and Or joy for loss or gain of mortal things.

So utterly impossible it seemed,
None saw but God. He, in his bottle, all When men their proper interests saw, that aught
Their tears preserved, and every holy wish Of terminable kind, that aught, which e'er
Wrote in his book; and, not as they had done, Could die, or cease to be, however named,
But as they wished with all their heart to do, Should make a human soul-a legal heir
Arrayed them now in glory, and displayed, - Of everlasting years—rejoice or weep,
No longer hid by coarse, uncourtly garb, – In earnest mood; for nothing now seemed worth
In lustre equal to their inward worth.

A thought, but had eternal bearing in't.
Man's time was passed, and his eternity Much truth had been assented to in Time,
Begun. No fear remained of change. The youth, Which never, till this day, had made a due
Who, in the glowing morn of vigorous life, Impression on the heart. Take one example.
High-reaching after great religious deeds, Early from heaven it was revealed, and oft
Was suddenly cut off, with all his hopes Repeated in the world, from pulpits preached,
In sunny bloom, and unacc

accomplished left And penned and read in holy books, that God
His withered aims,—saw everlasting days, Respected not the persons of mankind.
Before him, dawning rise, in which to achieve Had this been truly credited and felt,
All glorious things, and get himself the name The king, in purple robe, had owned, indeed,
That jealous Death too soon forbade on earth. The beggar for his brother; pride of rank

Old things had passed away, and all was new; And office thawed into paternal love;
And yet, of all the new-begun, nought so Oppression feared the day of equal rights,
Prodigious difference made, in the affairs Predicted; covetous extortion kept
And thoughts of every man, as certainty. In mind the hour of reckoning, soon to come;

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And bribed injustice thought of being judged, And, oh! what change of state, what change of When he should stand on equal foot, beside

rank, The man he wronged, and surely-nay, 'tis true, In that assembly everywhere was seen! Most true, beyond all whispering of doubt, The humble-hearted laughed, the lofty mourned, That he, who lifted up the recking scourge, And every man, according to his works Dripping with gore from the slave's back, before Wrought in the body, there took character. He struck again, had paused, and seriously Thus stood they mixed, all generations stood ! Of that tribunal thought, where God himself Of all mankind, innumerable throng! Should look him in the face, and ask in wrath, Great harvest of the grave!-waiting the will " Why didst thou this? Man! was he not thy Of heaven, attentively and silent all, brother,

As forest spreading out beneath the calm Bone of thy bone, and flesh and blood of thine?" Of evening skies, when even the single leaf But, ah! this truth, by heaven and reason taught, Is heard distinctly rustle down and fall; Was never fully credited on earth.

So silent they, when from above, the sound The titled, flattered, lofty men of power, Of rapid wheels approached, and suddenly Whose wealth brought verdicts of applause for In heaven appeared a host of angels strong, deeds

With chariots and with steeds of burning fire; Of wickedness, could ne'er believe the time Cherub, and Seraph, Thrones, Dominions, Powers, Should truly come when judgment should proceed Bright in celestial armour, dazzling, rode. Impartially against them, and they, too, And, leading in the front, illustrious shone Have no good speaker at the Judge's ear, Michael and Gabriel, servants long approved No witnesses to bring them off for gold, In high commission,-girt that day with power, No power to turn the sentence from its course; Which nought created, man or devil, might And they of low estate, who saw themselves, Resist. Nor waited, gazing, long; but, quick Day after day, despised, and wronged, and mocked, Descending, silently and without song, Without redress, could scarcely think the day As servants bent to do their master's work, Should e'er arrive, when they, in truth, should To middle air they raised the human race, stand

Above the path long travelled by the sun; On perfect level with the potentates

And as a shepherd from the sheep divides And princes of the earth, and have their cause The goats; or husbandman, with reaping bands, Examined fairly, and their rights allowed. In harvest, separates the precious wheat, But now this truth was felt, believed and felt, Selected from the tares; so did they part That men were really of a common stock, Mankind, the good and bad, to right and left, That no man ever had been more than man. To meet no more; these ne'er again to smile,

Much prophecy-revealed by holy bards, Nor those to weep; these never more to share Who sung the will of heaven by Judah's streams- Society of mercy with the saints, Much prophecy, that waited long the scoff Nor, henceforth, those to suffer with the vile. Of lips uncircumcised, was then fulfilled; Strange parting! not for hours, nor days, nor To the last tittle scrupulously fulfilled.

months, It was foretold by those of ancient days,

Nor for ten thousand times ten thousand years A time should come, when wickedness should weep But for a whole eternity!-though fit, Abased; when every lofty look of man

And pleasant to the righteous, yet to all Should be bowed down, and all his haughtiness Strange, and most strangely felt! The sire, to right Made low; when righteousness alone should lift Retiring, saw the son-sprung from his loins, The head in glory, and rejoice at heart;

Beloved how dearly once! but who forgot, When many, first in splendour and renown, Too soon, in sin’s intoxicating cup, Should be most vile; and many, lowest once, The father's warnings and the mother's tearsAnd last in Poverty's obscurest nook,

Fall to the left among the reprobate; Highest and first in honour, should be seen, And sons, redeemed, beheld the fathers, whom Exalted; and when some, when all the good, They loved and honoured once, gathered among Should rise to glory and eternal life;

The wicked. Brothers, sisters, kinsmen, friends; And all the bad, lamenting, wake, condemned Husband and wife, who ate at the same board, To shame, contempt, and everlasting grief. And under the same roof, united, dwelt,

These prophecies had tarried long, so long From youth to hoary age, bearing the chance That many wagged the head, and, taunting, asked, And change of Time together, parted then " When shall they come ?" but asked no more, nor For evermore. But none, whose friendship grew mocked :

From virtue's pure and everlasting root, For the reproach of prophecy was wiped Took different roads; these, knit in stricter bonds Away, and every word of God found true. Of amity, embracing, saw no more

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