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You roused each gentler sense As, sighing o'er the Blossom's bloom, Meek Evening wakes its soft perfume
With viewless influence.
Poor Stumbler on the rocky coast of Woe,
And hark, my Love! The sea-breeze moans
In bold ambitious sweep
With mimic thunders deep.
Dark reddening from the channell’d Isle (Where stands one solitary pile
Unslated by the blast)
Rude cradled on the mast.
O thou that rearest with celestial aim
Even there-beneath that light-house tower-
Ere Peace with Sara came,
And watch the storm-vex'd flame.
In Pity's dew divine;
The answering swell of mine!
How oft, my Love! with shapings sweet
With eager speed I dart-
Despised Galilæan! For the Great
Ocean with his thousand Isles,
Lovely was the death
Wild, as the autumnal gust, the hand of Time
Bears on its wing each hour a load of Fate;
Nor shall not Fortune with a vengeful smile
There shiv'ring sad beneath the tempest's frown
And bless'd are they,
RELIGIOUS MUSINGS ;
A DESULTOR Y POEM,
Who the Creator love, created might
1 Το Νοητον διηρηκασιν εις πολλων
Damas. de Myst. Egypt.
For they are holy things before the Lord,
Parts and proportions of one wondrous whole!
Our charities and bearings. But 't is God
This the worst superstition, him except
The plenilude and permanence of bliss !
O Fiends of Superstition ! not that oft Swims in his eye-his swimming eye upraised : The erring Priest hath stain'd with brother's blood And Faith's whole armour glitters on his limbs! Your grisly idols, not for this may wrath And thus transtigured with a dreadless awe,
Thunder against you from the Holy One! A solemn hush of soul, meek he beholds
But o'er some plain that steameth to the sun, All things of terrible seeming: yca, unmoved
Peopled with Death ; or where more hideous Trade Views e'en the immitigable ministers
Loud-laughing packs his bales of human anguish : That shower down vengeance on these latter days. I will raise up a mourning, O ye
Fiends! For kindling with intenser Deity
And curse your spells, that film the eye of Faith, From the celestial Mercy-seat they come,
Hiding the present God; whose presence lost, And at the renovating Wells of Love
The moral world's cohesion, we become Have fillid their Vials with salutary Wrath,
An anarchy of Spirits! Toy-bewitch'd, To sickly Nature more medicinal
Made blind by lusts, disherited of soul, Than what soft balm the weeping good man pours
No common centre Man, no common sire Into the lone despoiled traveller's wounds!
Knoweth! A sordid solitary thing,
'Mid countless brethren with a lonely heart Thus from the Elect, regenerate through faith,
Through courts and cities the smooth Savage roams, Pass the dark Passions avd what thirsty Cares
Feeling himself, his own low Self the whole; up the spirit and the dim regards
When he by sacred sympathy might make Self-centre. Lo they vanish! or acquire
The whole one self! Self, that no alien knows!
Self, far diffused as Fancy's wing can travel!
Yet all of all possessing! This is Faith!
But first offences needs must come ! Even now!
(Black Hell laughs horrible-to hear the scoff!)
Mistrust and Enmity have burst the bands
Of social Peace; and listening Treachery lurks Dance glad the new-born intermingling rays,
With pious fraud to snare a brother's life; And wide around the landscape streams with glory! And childless widows o'er the groaning land
Wail numberless; and orphans weep for bread; There is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind,
Thee to defend, dear Saviour of Mankind ! Omnific. His most holy name is Love.
Thee, Lamb of God! Thec, blameless Prince of Peace! Truth of subliming import! with the which
From all sides rush the thirsty brood of War? Who feeds and saturates his constant soul,
Austria, and that foul Woman of the North, He from his small particular orbit flies
The lustful Murderess of her wedded Lord ! With bless'd outstarting ! From Hiinself he flies,
And he, connatural Mind! whom (in their songs Stands in the Sun, and with no partial gaze
So bards of elder time had haply feign'd) Views all creation; and he loves it all,
Some Fury fondled in her hate to man, And blesses it, and calls it very good!
Bidding her serpent hair in mazy surge This is indeed to dwell with the Most High!
Lick his young face, and at his mouth inbreathe Cherubs and rapture-trembling Seraphim
Horrible sympathy! And leagued with these
Soul-harden'd barterers of human blood !
January 21st, 1794, in the debate on the Address to his Ma
jesty, on the speech from the Throne, the Earl of Guildford moved Injures uninjured in her best-aim'd blow
an Amendment to the following effect :- Tbat the House boped Victorious Murder a blind Suicide),
bis Majesty would seize the earliest opportunity to conclude a peace Haply for this some younger Angel now
with France," etc. This motion was opposed by the Duke of PortLooks down on Human Nature : and, behold!
land, who considered the war to be merely grounded on one prin
ciple--the preservation of the Christian Religion. May 3oth, A sea of blood hestrew'd with wrecks, where mad
1794, the Duke of Bedford moved a number of Resolutions, with a Embattling Interests on each other rush
view to the Establishment of a Peace with France. He was opposed With unhelm'd rage!
(among others) by Lord Abingdon in these remarkable words: Tbe best road to Peace, my Lords, is War! and War carried on in the
same manner in which we are taught to worship our Creator, name"T is the sublime of man, ly, with all our souls, and with all our minds, and with all our Our noontide Majesty, to know ourselves
bearts, and with all our strength..
Death's prime Slave-merchants! Scorpion-whips of Fate! When, stung to rage by Pity, eloquent men
Have roused with pealing voice unnumber'd tribes Apt for the yoke, the race degenerate,
That toil and groan and bleed, hungry and blind.
Shall watch the mad careering of the storm;
Then o'er the wild and wavy chaos rush That Deity, Accomplice Deity
And came the outrageous mass, with plastic might In the fierce jealousy of waken'd wrath
Moulding Confusion to such perfect forms, Will go forth with our armies and our fleets,
As erst were wont, bright visions of the day! To scatter the red ruin on their foes ?
To float before them, when, the Summer noon, O blasphemy! to mingle fiendish deeds
Beneath some arch'd romantic rock reclined With blessedness!
They felt the sea breeze lift their youthful locks;
Or in the month of blossoms, at mild eve,
Wandering with desultory feet inhaled
The wafted perfumes, and the rocks and woods These, even these, in mercy didst thou form,
And many-tinted streams and setting Sun Teachers of Good through Evil, by brief wrong With all his gorgeous company of clouds Making Truth lovely, and her future might
Ecstatic gazed! then homeward as they stray'd Magnetic o'er the fix'd untrembling heart.
Cast the sad eye to carth, and inly mused
Why there was Misery in a world so fair. In the primeval age a dateless while
Ah far removed from all that glads the sense, The vacant Shepherd wander'd with his flock,
From all that softens or ennobles Man, Pitching his tent where'er the green grass waved. The wretched Many! Bent beneath their loads But soon Imagination conjured up
They gape at pageant Power, nor recognize
Their cots' transmuted plunder! From the tree
Rudely disbranch'd! Blessed Society!
Fast by each precious fountain on green herbs Unsensualized the mind, which in the means
The lion couches; or hyrna dips Learnt to forget the grossness of the end,
Deep in the lucid stream his bloody jaws; Best pleasured with its own activity.
Or serpent plants his vast moon-glittering bulk,
His bones loud-crashing !
Drives from life's plenteous feast! O thou poor wretch, To ceaseless action goading human thought
Who nursed in darkness and made wild by want, Have made Earth's reasoning animal her Lord; Roamest for prey, yea thy unnatural hand And the pale-featured Sage's trembling hand
Dost lift to deeds of blood ! O pale-eyed form, Strong as an host of arm'a Deities,
The victim of seduction, doom'd to know Such as the blind Ionian fabled erst.
Polluted nights and days of blasphemy;
Who in loathed orgies with lewd wassailers
Must gaily laugh, while thy remember'd home
O aged Women! ye who weekly catch
And die so slowly, that none call it murder! Brook not Wealth's rivalry! and they who long O loathly Suppliants! ye, that unreceived Evamour'd with the charms of order hate
Totier heart-broken from the closing gates The unseemly disproportion : and whoe'er
Of the full Lazar-house : or, gazing, stand Turn with mild sorrow from the victor's car
Sick with despair! O ye to Glory's field And the low puppetry of thrones, to muse
Forced or ensnared, who, as ye gasp in death, On that blest triumph, when the patriot Sage
Bleed with new wounds beneath the Vulture's beak! Call'd the red lightnings from the o'er-rushing cloud, O thou poor Widow, who in dreams dost view And dash'd the beauteous Terrors on the carth
Thy flusband's mangled corse, and from short doze Smiling majestic. Such a phalanx ne'er
Start'st with a shriek; or in thy half-thatch'd cot Measured firm paces to the calming sound
Waked by the wintry night-storm, wet and cold, Of Spartan flute! These on the fated day,
Cow'rst o'er thy screaming baby! Rest awhile "Art thou not from everlasting, O Lord, mine Holy One? We Behemoth, in Hebrew, signifies wild beasts in general. Some shall not die. O Lord, thou hast ordained them for Judgment, believe it is the elephant, como the hippopotamus ; some affirm it is etc.-HABAKKUK.
the wild bull. Poetically, it designates any large quadruped.
Children of Wretchedness! More groans must rise,
With conscious zeal had urged Love's wondrous plan,
and forth come in fragments wild
Believe thou, O my soul, Life is a vision shadowy of Truth; And vice, and anguish, and the wormy grave, Shapes of a dream! The veiling clouds retire, And lo! the Throne of the redeeming God Forth flashing unimaginable day, Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell. Contemplant Spirits ! ye that hover o'er With untired gaze the immeasurable fount Ebullient with creative Deity! And ye of plastic power, that interfused Roll through the grosser and material mass In organizing surge! Holies of God! (And what if Monads of the infinite mind) I haply journeying my immortal course Shall sometime join your mystic choir? Till then I discipline my young noviciate thought In ministries of heart-stirring song, And aye on Meditation's heaven-ward wing Soaring aloft I breathe the empyreal air Of Love, omnific, omnipresent Love, Whose day-spring rises glorious in my
soul As the great Sun, when be his influence Sheds on the frost-bound waters--The glad stream Flows to the ray, and warbles as it tlows.
David Hertley, 2 Rev. Chap. iv, v. 2 and 3. -And immediately I was in the Spirit: and behold, a Throne was set in Heaven, and one sat on the Throne. And he ibat sat was to look upon like a jasper and sardine stope, etc.
· The final Destruction impersonated.
Allading to the French Revolution.