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Death, with his sithe, stand by; nor heard the word,|“ Ye knew your duty, but ye did it not!" The bitter word, which closed all 'earthly friend. These are the words to which the harps of grief ships,

Are strung; and, to the chorus of the damned, And finished every feast of love-Farewell. The rocks of hell repeat them, evermore; To all, strange parting! to the wicked, sad Loud echoed through the caverns of despair, And terrible! New horror seized them, while And poured in thunder on the ear of Wo. They saw the saints withdrawing, and with them Nor ruined men alone, beneath that cloud, All hope of safety, all delay of wrath.

Trembled. There, Satan and his legions stood, Beneath a crown of rosy light,—like that Satan, the first and eldest sinner,--bound Which once, in Goshen, on the flocks, and herds, For judgment. He, by other name, held once And dwellings, smiled, of Jacob, while the land Conspicuous rank in heaven among the sons Of Nile was dark; or like the pillar bright Of happiness, rejoicing, day and night; Of sacred fire, that stood above the sons

But pride, that was ashamed to how to God, Of Israel, when they camped at midnight by Most high, his bosom filled with hate, his face The foot of Horeb, or the desert side

Made black with envy, and in his soul begot Of Sinai;-now, the righteous took their place, Thoughts guilty of rebellion 'gainst the throne All took their place, who ever wished to go Of the Eternal Father, and the Son,To heaven, for heaven's own sake. Not one re- From everlasting built on righteousness. mained

Ask not how pride, in one created pure, Among the accursed, that e'er desired with all Could grow; or sin without example spring, The heart to be redeemed, that ever sought Where holiness alone was sown: esteem't Submissively to do the will of God,

Enough, that he, as every being made Howe'er it crossed his own; or to escape By God, was made entirely holy, had Hell, for aught other than its penal fires. The will of God before him set for law All took their place, rejoicing, and beheld, And regulation of his life, and power In centre of the crown of golden beams To do as bid; but was, meantime, left free, That canopied them o'er, these gracious words, To prove his worth, his gratitude, his love; Blushing with tints of love: " Fear not, my saints.” How proved besides ? for how could service done, To other sight of horrible dismay,

That might not else have been withheld, evince Jehovah's ministers the wicked drove,

The will to serve, which, rather than the deed,
And left them bound immoveable in chains God doth require, and virtue counts alone ?
Of Justice. O'er their heads a bowless cloud To stand or fall, to do or leave undone,
Of indignation hung; a cloud it was

Is reason's lofty privilege, denied
Of thick and utter darkness, rolling, like To all below, by instinct bound to fate,
An ocean, tides of livid, pitchy flame;

Unmeriting, alike, reward or blame.
With thunders charged, and lightnings ruinous, Thus free, the Devil chose to disobey
And red with forked vengeance, such as wounds The will of God, and was thrown out from hea-
The soul; and full of angry shapes of wrath,

ven, And eddies whirling with tumultuous fire, And with him all his bad example stained: And forms of terror raving to and fro,

Yet not to utter punishment decreed, And monsters, unimagined heretofore

But left to fill the measure of his sin, By guilty men in dreams before their death, In tempting and seducing man—too soon, From horrid to more horrid changing still, Too easily seduced! And, from the day In hideous movement through that stormy gulf: He first set foot on earth, -of rancour full, And evermore the Thunders, murmuring, spoke And pride, and hate, and malice, and revenge,From out the darkness, uttering loud these words, He set himself, with most felonious aim Which every guilty conscience echoed back : And hellish perseverance, to root out “Ye knew your duty, but ye did it not." All good, and in its place to plant all ill; Dread words! that barred excuse, and threw the To rub and raze, from all created things, weight

The fair and holy portraiture divine, Of every man's perdition, on himself,

And on them to enstamp his features grim; Directly home. Dread words ! heard then, and To draw all creatures off from loyalty heard

To their Creator, and to make them bow For ever through the wastes of Erebus,

The knee to him. Nor failed of great success, “Ye knew your duty, but ye did it not !" As populous hell, this day, can testify. These were the words which glowed upon the He held, indeed, large empire in the world, sword,

Contending proudly with the King of heaven. Whose wrath burned fearfully behind the cursed, To him temples were built, and sacrifice As they were driven away from God to Tophet. Of costly blood upon his altars flowed;

And—what best pleased him, for in show he seem- | The world, destroying, though unseen, he raged; ed

And now, retiring back to Tartarus, Then likest God-whole nations, bowing, fell Far back, beneath the thick of guiltiest dark, Before him, worshipping, and from his lips Where night ne'er heard of day, in council grim, Entreated oracles, which he, by priests, – He sat with ministers whose thoughts were For many were his priests in every age,

damned, Answered, though guessing but at future things, And there such plans devised, as, had not God And erring oft, yet still believed ; so well Checked and restrained, had added earth entire His ignorance, in ambitious phrase, he veiled. To hell, and uninhabited left heaven,

Nor needs it wonder, that with man once fallen, Jehovah unadored. Nor unsevere, His tempting should succeed. Large was his mind Even then, his punishment deserved. The Worm And understanding; though impaired by sin, That never dies, coiled in his bosom, gnawed Still large; and constant practice, day and night, Perpetually; sin after sin brought pang In cunning, guile, and all hypocrisy,

Succeeding pang; and, now and then, the bolts From age to age, gave him experience vast Of Zion's King, vindictive, smote his soul In sin's dark tactics, such as boyish man, With fiery wo to blast his proud designs; Unarmed by strength divine, could ill withstand. And gave him earnest of the wrath to come. And well he knew his weaker side ; and still, And chief, when on the cross, Messiah said, His lures, with baits that pleased the senses, " 'Tis finished,” did the edge of vengeance smite busked,

Him through, and all his gloomy legions touch To his impatient passions offering terms With new despair. But yet, to be the first Of present joy, and bribing reason's eye In mischief, to have armies at his call, With earthly wealth, and honours near at hand. To hold dispute with God, in days of Time, Nor failed to misadvise his future hope

His pride and malice fed, and bore him up And faith, by false, unkerneled promises Above the worst of ruin. Still, to plan Of heavens of sensual gluttony and love, And act great deeds, though wicked, brought at That suited best their grosser appetites.

least Into the sinner's heart, who lived secure, The recompense which nature hath attached And feared him least, he entered at his will. To all activity, and aim pursued But chief, he chose his residence in courts With perseverance, good, or bad; for as, And conclaves, stirring princes up to acts By nature's laws, immutable and just, Of blood and tyranny; and moving priests Enjoyment stops where indolence begins; To barter truth, and swap the souls of men And purposeless, to-morrow borrowing sloth, For lusty benefices, and address

Itself, heaps on its shoulders loads of wo, Of lofty sounding. Nor the saints elect, Too heavy to be borne; so industryWho walked with God in virtue's path sublime, To meditate, to plan, resolve, perform, Did he not sometimes venture to molest; Which in itself is good—as surely brings In dreams and moments of unguarded thought, Reward of good, no matter what be done: Suggesting guilty doubts and fears, that God And such reward the Devil had, as long Would disappoint their hope; and in their way As the decrees eternal gave him space Bestrewing pleasures, tongued so sweet, and so To work. But now, all action ceased; his hope In holy garb arrayed, that many stooped, Of doing evil perished quite; his pride, Believing them of heavenly sort, and fell; His courage, failed him; and beneath that cloud, And to their high professions, brought disgrace Which hung its central terrors o'er his head, And scandal; to themselves, thereafter long With all his angels, he, for sentence, stood, And bitter nights of sore repentance, vexed And rolled his eyes around, that uttered guilt With shame, unwonted sorrow, and remorse. And wo, in horrible perfection joined. And more they should have fallen, and more have As he had been the chief and leader, long, wept,

Of the apostate crew that warred with God Had not their guardian angels, who, by God And holiness; so now, among the bad, Commissioned, stood beside them in the hour Lowest, and most forlorn, and trembling most, Of danger, whether craft, or fierce attack, With all iniquity deformed and foul, To Satan's deepest skill opposing skill

With all perdition ruinous and dark,
More deep, and to his strongest arm, an arm He stood, -example awful of the wrath
More strong,-upborne them in their hands, and Of God! sad mark, to which all sin must fall!--

And made, on every side, so black a hell,
Their souls with all discernment, quick, to pierce That spirits, used to night and misery,
His stratagems and fairest shows of sin. To distance drew, and looked another way;

Now, like a roaring lion, up and down And from their golden cloud, far off, the saints

Saw round him darkness grow more dark, and Wherever strayed his aimless eye, there lay heard

The wreck of some fond hope, that touched his The impatient thunderbolts, with deadliest crash soul And frequentest, break o'er his head,—the sign With bitter thoughts, and told him all was passed. That Satan, there, the vilest sinner, stood. His lonely cot was silent, and he looked Ah me! what eyes were there beneath that As if he could not enter. On his staff, cloud!

Bending, he leaned; and from his weary eye, Eyes of despair, final and certain! eyes Distressing sight! a single tear-drop wept. That looked, and looked, and saw, where'er they None followed, for the fount of tears was dry. looked,

Alone and last, it fell from wrinkle down Interminable darkness ! utter wo!

To wrinkle, till it lost itself, drunk by 'Twas pitiful to see the early flower

The withered cheek, on which again no smile Nipped by the unfeeling frost, just when it rose, Should come, or drop of tenderness be seen. Lovely in youth, and put its beauties on. This sight was very pitiful; but one 'Twas pitiful to see the hopes of all

Was sadder still, the saddest seen in Time. The year, the yellow harvest, made a heap, A man to-day, the glory of his kind, By rains of judgment; or by torrents swept, In reason clear, in understanding large, With flocks and cattle, down the raging flood; In judgment sound, in fancy quick, in hope Or scattered by the winnowing winds, that bore, Abundant, and in promise, like a field Upon their angry wings, the wrath of heaven. Well cultured, and refreshed with dews from Sad was the field, where, yesterday, was heard God; The roar of war; and sad the sight of maid, To-morrow, chained, and raving mad, and whipped Of mother, widow, sister, daughter, wife, By servile hands; sitting on dismal straw, Stooping and weeping over senseless, cold, And gnashing with his teeth against the chain, Defaced, and mangled lumps of breathless earth, The iron chain, that bound him hand and foot; Which had been husbands, fathers, brothers, sons, And trying whiles to send his glaring eye And lovers, when that morning's sun arose. Beyond the wide circumference of his wo; 'Twas sad to see the wonted seat of friend Or, humbling more, more miserable still, Removed by death; and sad to visit scenes, Giving an idiot laugh that served to show When old, where, in the smiling morn of life, The blasted scenery of his horrid face; Lived many, who both knew and loved us much, Calling the straw his sceptre, and the stone, And they all gone, dead, or dispersed abroad; On which he, pinioned, sat, his royal throne. And stranger faces seen among their hills. Poor, poor, poor man! fallen far below the brute! 'Twas sad to see the little orphan babe

His reason strove in vain to find her way, Weeping and sobbing on its mother's grave. Lost in the stormy desert of his brain; 'Twas pitiful to see an old, forlorn,

And, being active still, she wrought all strange, Decrepit, withered wretch, unhoused, unclad, Fantastic, execrable, monstrous things. Starving to death with poverty and cold.

All these were sad, and thousands more, that 'Twas pitiful to see a blooming bride,

sleep That promise gave of many a happy year, Forgotten beneath the funeral pall of Time Touched by decay, turn pale, and waste, and die. And bards, as well became, bewailed them much 'Twas pitiful to hear the murderous thrust With doleful instruments of weeping song. Of ruffian's blade that sought the life entire. But what were these? What might be worse had 'Twas sad to hear the blood come gurgling forth

in't, From out the throat of the wild suicide.

However small, some grains of happiness; Sad was the sight of widowed, childless age And man ne'er drank a cup of earthly sort, Weeping.—I saw it once. Wrinkled with time, That might not hold another drop of gall; And hoary with the dust of years, an old Or, in his deepest sorrow, laid his head And worthy man came to his humble roof, Upon a pillow, set so close with thorns, Tottering and slow, and on the threshold stood. That might not hold another prickle still. No foot, no voice, was heard within. None came Accordingly, the saddest human look To meet him, where he oft had met a wife, Had hope in't; faint, indeed, but still 'twas hope. And sons, and daughters, glad at his return; But why excuse the misery of earth? None came to meet him; for that day had seen Say it was dismal, cold, and dark, and deep, The old man lay, within the narrow house, Beyond the utterance of strongest words; The last of all his family; and now

But say that none remembered it, who saw He stood in solitude, in solitude

The eye of beings damned for evermore, Wide as the world; for all, that made to him Rolling, and rolling, rolling still in vain, Society, had fled beyond its bounds.

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Of an unavenued, fierce, fiery, hot,

My spirit, watering it, at morn and even; Interminable, dark Futurity!

And, by thy Spirit, which thou freely givest And rolling still, and rolling still in vain! To whom thou wilt, hast led by venturous song,

Thus stood the reprobate beneath the shade Over the vale and mountain tract, the light Of terror, and beneath the crown of love, And shade of man; into the burning deep The good; and there was silence in the vault Descending now, and now circling the mount, Of heaven; and as they stood and listened, they Where highest sits Divinity enthroned ; heard

Rolling along the tide of fluent thought,
Afar to left, among the utter dark,

The tide of moral, natural, divine:
Hell rolling o'er his waves of burning fire, Gazing on past and present, and again,
And thundering through his caverns, empty then On rapid pinion borne, outstripping Time,
As if he preparation made, to act

In long excursion, wandering through the groves
The final vengeance of the fiery Lamb. Unfading, and the endless avenues,
And there was heard, coming from out the Pit, That shade the landscape of Eternity;
The hollow wailing of Eternal Death,

And talking there with holy angels met, And horrid cry of the Undying Worm.

And future men, in glorious vision seen! The wicked paler turned, and scarce the good Nor unrewarded have I watched at night, Their colour kept; but were not long dismayed. And heard the drowsy sound of neighbouring That moment, in the heavens, how wondrous fair ! sleep, The angel of Mercy stood, and, on the bad New thought, new imagery, new scenes of bliss Turning his back, over the ransomed threw

And glory, unrehearsed by mortal tongue, His bow, bedropped with imagery of love, Which, unrevealed, I, trembling, turned and left, And promises on which their faith reclined. Bursting at once upon my ravished eye,– Throughout, deep, breathless silence reigned With joy unspeakable have filled my soul, again;

And made my cup run over with delight: And on the circuit of the upper spheres, Though in my face the blasts of adverse winds, A glorious seraph stood, and cried aloud, While boldly circumnavigating man, That every ear of man and devil heard,

Winds seeming adverse, though perhaps not so, “ Him that is filthy, let be filthy still ;

Have beat severely; disregarded beat, Him that is holy, let be holy still.”

When I, behind me, heard the voice of God, And, suddenly, another squadron bright, And his propitious Spirit say, Fear not! Of high arch-angel glory, stooping, brought God of my fathers! ever present God! A marvellous bow,-one base upon the Cross, This offering, more, inspire, sustain, accept; The other on the shoulder of the Bear,

Highest, if numbers answer to the theme; They placed, - from south to north, spanning the Best answering, if thy Spirit dictate most. heavens,

Jehovah! breathe upon my soul; my heart And on each hand dividing good and bad, - Enlarge; my faith increase; increase my hope, Who read, on either side, these burning words, My thoughts exalt; my fancy sanctify, Which ran along the arch in living fire, And all my passions, that I near thy throne And wanted not to be believed in full:

May venture, unreproved; and sing the day, "As ye have sown, so shall ye reap this day.” Which none unholy ought to name, the Day

Of Judgment! greatest day, passed or to come!

Day! which,—deny me what thou wilt, deny

Me home, or friend, or honourable name,–
Thy mercy grant, I, thoroughly prepared,

With comely garment of redeeming love,
God of my fathers ! holy, just, and good ! May meet, and have my Judge for Advocate.
My God! my Father! my unfailing Hope! Come, Gracious Influence, Breath of the Lord
Jehovah! let the incense of my praise,

And touch me trembling, as thou touched the man, Accepted, burn before thy mercy seat,

Greatly beloved, when he in vision saw, And in thy presence burn, both day and night. By Ulai's stream, the Ancient sit; and talked Maker! Preserver! my Redeemer! God! With Gabriel, to his prayer swiftly sent, Whom have I in the heavens but Thee alone? At evening sacrifice. Hold my right hand, On earth, but Thee, whom should I praise, whom Almighty! hear me, for I ask through Him, love?

Whom thou hast heard, whom thou wilt always For thou hast brought me hitherto, upheld

hear, By thy omnipotence; and from thy grace, Thy Son, our interceding Great High Priest ! Unbought, unmerited, though not unsought- Reveal the future, let the years to come The wells of thy salvation, hast refreshed Pass by, and open my ear to hear the harp,

The prophet harp, whose wisdom I repeat, For flagrant crime;—when suddenly was heard, Interpreting the voice of distant song ;

Behind the azure vaulting of the sky, Which thus again resumes the lofty verse, Above, and far remote from reach of sight, Loftiest, if I interpret faithfully

The sound of trumpets, and the sound of crowds, The holy numbers which my spirit bears. And prancing steeds, and rapid chariot wheels,

Thus came the day, the Harp again began, That from four quarters rolled, and seemed in The day that many thought should never come, haste, That all the wicked wished should never come, Assembling at some place of rendezvous; That all the righteous had expected long: And so they seemed to roll, with furious speed, Day greatly feared, and yet too little feared, As if none meant to be behind the first. By him who feared it most; day laughed at much Nor seemed alone: that day, the golden trump, By the profane, the trembling day of all Whose voice, from centre to circumference Who laughed; day when all shadows passed, all of all created things, is heard distinct, dreams;

God had bid Michael sound, to summon all When substance, when reality commenced ; The hosts of bliss to presence of their King; Last day of lying, final day of all

And, all the morning, millions infinite, Deceit, all knavery, all quackish phrase ; That millions governed each, Dominions, Powers Ender of all disputing, of all mirth

Thrones, Principalities, with all their hosts, Ungodly, of all loud and boasting speech; Had been arriving, near the capital, Judge of all judgments, Judge of every judge, And royal city, New Jerusalem, Adjuster of all causes, rights and wrongs; From heaven's remotest bounds. Nor yet from Day oft appealed to, and appealed to oft

heaven By those who saw its dawn with saddest heart; Alone came they, that day. The world's around, Day most magnificent in Fancy's range, Or neighbouring nearest, on the verge of night, Whence she returned, confounded, trembling, Emptied, sent forth their whole inhabitants. pale,

All tribes of being came, of every name, With overmuch of glory faint and blind; From every coast, filling Jehovah's courts. Day most important held, prepared for most, From morn till mid-day, in the squadrons poured By every rational, wise, and holy man; Immense, along the bright celestial roads. Day of eternal gain, for worldly loss;

Swiftly they rode, for love unspeakable, Day of eternal loss for worldly gain;

To God, and to Messiah, Prince of Peace, Great day of terror, vengeance, wo, despair ; Drew them, and made obedience haste to be Revealer of all secrets, thoughts, desires; Approved. And now, before the Eternal Throne, Rein-trying, heart-investigating day,

Brighter, that day, than when the Son prepared That stood between Eternity and Time, To overthrow the seraphim rebelled, Reviewed all past, determined all to come, And circling round the mount of Deity And bound all destinies for evermore;

Upon the sea of glass, all round about, Believing day of unbelief; great day,

And down the borders of the stream of life, That set in proper light the affairs of earth, And over all the plains of Paradise, And justified the Government Divine ; For many a league of heavenly measurement,Great day!—what can we more ? what should we Assembled, stood the immortal multitudes, more?

Millions, above all number infinite, Great triumph day of God's incarnate Son! The nations of the blessed. Distinguished each, Great day of glory to the Almighty God! By chief of goodly stature blazing far; Day! whence the everlasting years begin By various garb, and flag of various hue Their date, new era in eternity.

Streaming through heaven from standard lifted And oft referred to in the song of heaven!

highThus stood the apostate, thus the ransomed The arms and imagery of thousand worlds. stood,

Distinguished cach, but all arrayed complete. Those held by justice fast, and these by love, In armour bright, of helmet, shield, and sword; Reading the fiery scutcheonry, that blazed And mounted all in chariots of fire. On high, upon the great celestial bow: A military throng, blent, not confused; "As ye have sown, so shall ye reap this day." As soldiers on some day of great review, All read, all understood, and all believed, Burning in splendour of refulgent gold, Convinced of judgment, righteousness, and sin. And ornament, on purpose, long devised

Meantime the universe throughout was still. For this expected day. Distinguished each, The cope, above and round about, was calm; But all accoutred as became their Lord, And motionless, beneath them, lay the Earth, And high occasion; all in holiness, Silent and sad, as one that sentence waits, The livery of the soldiery of God,

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