A bolt of death approaching, turned aside And let it pass; as surely did the man Who verily believed the word of God, Though erring whiles, its general laws obey, Turn back from hell, and take the way to heaven.
That faith was necessary, some alleged, Unreined and uncontrollable by will. Invention savouring much of hell! Indeed, It was the master-stroke of wickedness, Last effort of Abaddon's council dark, =To make man think himself a slave to fate, And worst of all, a slave to fate in faith. For thus 'twas reasoned then :-From faith alone, And from opinion, springs all action: hence, If faith's compelled, so is all action too : But deeds compelled are not accountable; So man is not amenable to God.
FAIREST of those that left the calm of heaven And ventured down to man, with words of peace Daughter of Grace! known by whatever name, Of Holiness! the day of thy reward Religion Virtue! Piety! or Love Was come.
Ah! thou wast long despised: de
By those thou wooedst from death to endless life. Modest and meek, in garments white as those That seraphs wear, and countenance as mild As Mercy looking on Repentance' tear, With eye of purity, now darted up To God's eternal throne, now humbly bent That glowed with universal love immense, Upon thyself, and weeping down thy cheek A tear, pure as the dews that fall in heaven; In thy left hand, the olive branch, and in Thy right, the crown of immortality-
With noiseless foot, thou walkedst the vales of earth,
Arguing that brought such monstrous birth, Beseeching men from age to age, to turn though good
From utter death-to turn from woe to bliss;
It seemed, must have been false: most false it Beseeching evermore, and evermore
And by the book of God condemned throughout. We freely own that truth, when set before The mind, with perfect evidence, compelled Belief: but error lacked such witness still. And none, who now lament in moral night, The word of God refused on evidence That might not have been set aside, as false. To reason, try, choose and reject, was free: Hence God, by faith, acquitted, or condemned; Hence righteous men, with liberty of will Believed; and hence thou saw'st in Erebus, The wicked, who as freely disbelieved What else had led them to the land of life.
Despised-not evermore despised, not now, Not at the day of doom: most lovely then, Most honourable thou appeared, and most To be desired. The guilty heard the song Of thy redeemed, how loud! and saw thy face, How fair!-Alas! it was too late! the hour Of making friends was past; thy favour then Might not be sought: but recollection, sad And accurate, as miser counting o'er And o'er again the sum he must lay out, Distinctly in the wicked's ear rehearsed Each opportunity despised and lost;
While on them gleamed thy holy look, that like A fiery torrent went into their souls.
The day of thy reward was come-the day
Of great remuneration to thy friends;
To those, known by whatever name, who sought,
In every place, in every time, to do
Unfeignedly their Maker's will, revealed,
Or gathered else from nature's school; well
With God's applause alone, that, like a stream Of sweetest melody, at still of night
AN apostrophe to Religion, Virtue, Piety, or love By wanderer heard, in their most secret ear, of Holiness.
Description of several classes of the redeemed. The faithful minister, the true philosopher, the righteous governor, the uncorrupted statesman, the brave general, the man of active benevolence and charity, the Christian bard. And the most numerous among the saved were such, who on earth were eclipsed by lowly circumstances, many of whom were seen "highest and first in honour."
Suddenly an innumerous host of angels, headed by Michael and Gabriel, descended from heaven, silently and without song, and lifting mankind into mid air, parted the good and bad; to the right and left, the good to weep no more, and the bad never to smile again; the righteous placed "beneath a crown of rosy light," and the wicked were driven and bound under a cloud of darkness, where stood also Satan and his legion, awaiting the judgment and punishment due to their rebellion.
For ever whispered, Peace; and as a string Of kindred tone awoke, their inmost soul, Responsive, answered, Peace; inquiring still And searching, night and day, to know their duty-
When known, with undisputing trust, with love Unquenchable, with zeal, by reason's lamp Inflamed-performing; and to Him, by whose Profound, all-calculating skill alone, Results results even of the slightest act, Are fully grasped, with unsuspicious faith, All consequences leaving; to abound Or want alike prepared; who knew to be Exalted how, and how to be abased; How best to live, and how to die when asked. Their prayers sincere, their alms in secret done, Their fightings with themselves, their abstinence From pleasure, though by mortal eye unseen, Their hearts of resignation to the will Of Heaven, their patient bearing of reproach And shame, their charity, and faith, and hope,
Thou didst remember, and in full repaid. No bankrupt thou, who at the bargained hour Of payment due, sent to his creditors A tale of losses and mischances long. Insured by God himself, and from the stores And treasures of his wealth at will supplied, Religion! thou alone, of all that men, On Earth, gave credit, to be reimbursed
Anointed by the Holy Ghost, and set Apart to the great work of saving men; Instructed fully in the will divine; Supplied with grace in store, as need might as And with the stamp and signature of heaven, Truth, mercy, patience, holiness and love, Accredited; he was a man by God,
The Lord, commissioned to make known to me
On the other side the grave, didst keep thy word, The eternal counsels; in his Master's name, Thy day, and all thy promises fulfilled.
As in the mind, rich with unborrowed wealth, Where multitudes of thoughts for utterance strive, And all so fair, that each seems worthy first To enter on the tongue, and from the lips Have passage forth,-selection hesitates, Perplexed, and loses time; anxious, since all Cannot be taken, to take the best; and yet Afraid, lest what be left be worthier still; And grieving much, where all so goodly look, To leave rejected one, or in the rear Let any be obscured: so did the bard, Though not unskilled, as on that multitude Of men, who once awoke to judgment, he Threw back reflection, hesitating, pause. For as his harp, in tone severe, had sung What figure the most famous sinners made, When from the grave they rose unmasked; did
He wish to character the good: but yet Among so many, glorious all, all worth Immortal fame, with whom begin, with whom To end, was difficult to choose; and long His auditors, upon the tiptoe raised Of expectation, might have kept, had not His eye-for so it is in heaven, that what Is needed always is at hand-beheld, That moment, on a mountain near the throne Of God, the most renowned of the redeemed Rejoicing; nor who first, who most to praise, Debated more; but thus, with sweeter note, Well pleased to sing, with highest eulogy, And first, whom God applauded most,-began.
To treat with them of everlasting things; Of life, death, bliss, and woe: to offer terms Of pardon, grace, and peace, to the rebelled; To teach the ignorant soul; to cheer the sad ; To bind, to loose with all authority;
To give the feeble strength, the hopeless hope: To help the halting, and to lead the blind; To warn the careless; heal the sick of heart; Arouse the indolent; and on the proud And obstinate offender, to denounce The wrath of God. All other men, what name Soe'er they bore, whatever office held, If lawful held-the magistrate supreme, Or else subordinate, were chosen by men, Their fellows, and from men derived their power And were accountable for all they did To men; but he alone his office held Immediately from God, from God received so Authority, and was to none but God Amenable. The elders of the church, Indeed, upon him laid their hands, and set Him visibly apart to preach the word Of life; but this was merely outward rite, And decent ceremonial, performed On all alike; and oft, as thou hast heard, Performed on those, God never sent his call. His consecration, his anointing, all Were inward; in the conscience heard and felt. Thus by Jehovah chosen and ordained, To take into his charge the souls of men; And for his trust to answer at the day Of judgment-great plenipotent of heaven, And representative of God on earth- Fearless of men and devils; unabashed By sin enthroned, or mockery of a prince; Unawed by armed legions; unseduced By offered bribes; burning with love to souls Unquenchable, and mindful still of his Great charge and vast responsibility, High in the temple of the living God He stood, amidst the people, and declared Aloud the truth, the whole revealed truth, Ready to seal it with his blood. Divine Resemblance most complete! with mercy now, And love, his face, illumed, shone gloriously; And frowning now indignantly, it seemed As if offended Justice, from his eye, Streamed forth vindictive wrath! Men her alarmed:
With patient ear, thou now hast heard-though
Aside digressing, ancient feeling turned My lyre, what shame the wicked had that day; What wailing, what remorse: so hear in brief, How bold the righteous stood-the men re- deemed!
How fair in virtue! and in hope how glad! And first among the holy shone, as best Became, the faithful minister of God.
See where he walks on yonder mount, that lifts Its summit high, on the right hand of bliss! Sublime in glory! talking with his peers Of the Incarnate Saviour's love, and past Affliction, lost in present joy! See how His face with heavenly ardour glows! and how His hand, enraptured, strikes the golden lyre! As now conversing of the Lamb once slain, He speaks; and now, from vines that never hear Of winter, but in monthly harvest yield Their fruit abundantly, he plucks the grapes Of life! but what he was on earth it most Behoves to say :-Elect by God himself;
The uncircumcised infidel believed; Light thoughted Mirth grew serious and wept: The laugh profane sunk in a sigh of deep Repentance; the blasphemer, kneeling, prayed And, prostrate in the dust, for mercy called; And cursed old forsaken sinners gnashed Their teeth, as if their hour had been arrived. Such were his calling, his commission such: Yet he was humble, kind, forgiving, meck, Easy to be entreated, gracious, mild;
And with all patience and affection, taught, Febuked, persuaded, solaced, counselled, warned, In fervent style and manner. Needy, poor, And dying men, like music, heard his feet Approach their beds; and guilty wretches took New hope, and in his prayers wept and smiled, And blessed him, as they died forgiven; and all Saw in his face contentment, in his life, The path to glory and perpetual joy. Deep learned in the philosophy of heaven, He searched the causes out of good and ill, Profoundly calculating their effects
Far past the bounds of time; and balancing, In the arithmetic of future things, The loss and profit of the soul to all Eternity. A skilful workman he,
In God's great moral vineyard; what to prune With cautious hand, he knew; what to uproot; What were mere weeds, and what celestial plants, Which had unfading vigour in them, knew: Nor knew alone; but watched them night and day,
And reared and nourished them, till fit to be Transplanted to the Paradise above.
Be multiplied. Religious man! what God By prophets, priests, evangelists, revealed Of sacred truth, he thankfully received, And, by its light directed, went in search Of more: before him, darkness fled and all The goblin tribe, that hung upon the breasts Of night, and haunted still the moral gloom,— With shapeless forms, and blue infernal lights, And indistinct and devilish whisperings, That the miseducated fancies vexed Of superstitious men,-at his approach, Dispersed invisible. Where'er he went, This lesson still he taught: To fear no ill But sin, no being but Almighty God. All-comprehending sage! too hard alone For him was man's salvation; all besides, Of use or comfort, that distinction made Between the desperate savage, scarcely raised Above the beast whose flesh he ate undressed, And the most polished of the human race, Was product of his persevering search. Religion owed him much, as from the false She suffered much; for still his main design, In all his contemplations, was to trace The wisdom, providence, and love of God,
O! who can speak his praise! great, humble And to his fellows, less observant, show man!
He in the current of destruction stood, And warned the sinner of his woe; led on Immanuel's armies in the evil day; And with the everlasting arms, embraced Himself around, stood in the dreadful front Of battle, high, and warred victoriously
Them forth. From prejudice redeemed, with
His passions still, above the common world, Sublime in reason, and in aim sublime,
He sat, and on the marvellous works of God, Sedately thought: now glancing up his eye Intelligent, through all the starry dance;
With death and hell. And now was come his rest, And penetrating now the deep remote
His triumph day: illustrious like a sun, In that assembly, he, shining from far, Most excellent in glory, stood assured, Waiting the promised crown, the promised throne, The welcome and approval of his Lord. Nor one alone, but many-prophets, priests Apostles, great reformers, all that served Messiah faithfully, like stars appeared, Of fairest beam; and round them gathered, clad In white, the vouchers of their ministry- The flock their care had nourished, fed, and saved.
Nor yet in common glory, blazing, stood The true philosopher, decided friend Of truth and man; determined foe of all Deception, calm, collected, patient, wise, And humble; undeceived by outward shape Of things; by fashion's revelry uncharmed; By honour unbewitched ;-he left the chase Of vanity, and all the quackeries Of life, to fools and heroes, or whoe'er Desired them; and with reason, much despised, Traduced, yet heavenly reason, to the shade Retired-retired, but not to dream, or build Of ghostly fancies, seen in the deep noon Of sleep, ill balanced theories; retired, But did not leave mankind; in pity, not
In wrath, retired; and still, though distant, kept His eye on men; at proper angle took His stand to see them better, and beyond The clamour which the bells of folly made, That most had hung about them, to consult With nature, how their madness might be cured, And how their true substantial comforts might
Of central causes, in the womb opaque Of matter hid; now, with inspection nice, Entering the mystic labyrinths of the mind, Where thought, of notice ever shy, behind Thought disappearing, still retired; and still, Thought meeting thought, and thought awaken- ing thought,
And mingling still with thought, in endless
Bewildered observation: now with eye, Yet more severely purged, looking far down Into the heart, where Passion wove a web Of thousand thousand threads, in grain and hue All different; then, upward venturing whiles, But reverently, and in his hand, the light Revealed, near the eternal throne, he gazed, Philosophizing less than worshipping. Most truly great! his intellectual strength, And knowledge vast, to men of lesser mind Seemed infinite; yet from his high pursuits, And reasonings most profound, he still returned Home, with an humbler and a warmer heart. And none so lowly bowed before his God, As none so well His awful majesty And goodness comprehended; or so well His own dependency and weakness knew.
How glorious now! with vision purified At the Essential Truth, entirely free From error, he, investigating still- For knowledge is not found, unsought, in hea-
From world to world at pleasure roves, on wing Of golden ray upborne; or, at the feet
Of heaven's most ancient sages, sitting, hears New wonders of the wondrous works of God.
Illustrious too, that morning, stood the man Exalted by the people, to the throne Of government, established on the base Of justice, liberty, and equal right:
Who, in his countenance sublime, expressed A nation's majesty, and yet was meek And humble; and in royal palace gave Example to the meanest, of the fear Of God, and all integrity of life
And manners; who, august, yet lowly; who, Severe, yet gracious; in his very heart Detesting all oppression, all intent
Of private aggrandizement: and the first In every public duty,-held the scales
Of justice, and as the law, which reigned in him, Commanded, gave rewards; or with the edge Vindictive, smote,-now light, now heavily, According to the stature of the crime. Conspicuous, like an oak of healthiest bough, Deep rooted in his country's love. he stood And gave his hand to Virtue, helping up The honest man to honour and renown;
All misery, all fortune's wounds; and make The soul of every living thing rejoice. O thou wast needed much in days of time! No virtue, half so much; none half so fair: To all the rest, however fine, thou gavest A finishing and polish, without which No man e'er entered heaven. Let me record His praise, the man of great benevolence, Who pressed thee closely to his glowing heart, And to thy gentle bidding made his feet Swift minister.-Of all mankind, his soul Was most in harmony with heaven: as one Sole family of brothers, sisters, friends; One in their origin, one in their rights To all the common gifts of providence, And in their hopes, their joys, and sorrows one, He viewed the universal human race. He needed not a law of state, to force Grudging submission to the law of God; The law of love was in his heart, alive: What he possessed, he counted not his own, But like a faithful steward, in a house Of public alms, what freely he received, He freely gave; distributing to all The helpless, the last mite beyond his own
And with the look which goodness wears in wrath, Temperate support, and reckoning still the gift Withering the very blood of Knavery, And from his presence driving far, ashamed.
Nor less remarkable, among the blest, Appeared the man, who, in the senate-house, Watchful, unhired, unbribed, and uncorrupt, And party only to the common weal,
In virtue's awful rage, pleaded for right, With truth so clear, with argument so strong, With action so sincere, and tone so loud And deep, as made the despot quake behind His adamantine gates, and every joint In terror smite his fellow-joint relaxed; Or, marching to the field, in burnished steel, While, frowning on his brow, tremendous hung The wrath of a whole people, long provoked,- Mustered the stormy wings of war, in day Of dreadful deeds; and led the battle on, When liberty, swift as the fires of heaven, In fury rode, with all her hosts, and threw The tyrant down; or drove invasion back. Illustrious he-illustrious all appeared, Who ruled supreme in righteousness; or held Inferior place, in steadfast rectitude Of soul. Peculiarly severe had been
The nurture of their youth; their knowledge great;
But justice, due to want; and so it was; Although the world, with compliment not ill Applied, adorned it with a fairer name. Nor did he wait till to his door the voice Of supplication came, but went abroad, With foot as silent as the starry dews, In search of misery that pined unseen, And would not ask. And who can tell what
He saw! what groans he heard in that cold world Below! where Sin, in league with gloomy Death Marched daily through the length and breadth of all
The land, wasting at will, and making earth, Fair earth a lazar-house, a dungeon dark, Where Disappointment fed on ruined Hope; Where Guilt, worn out, leaned on the triple edg Of want, remorse, despair; where Cruelty Reached forth a cup of wormwood to the lips Of Sorrow, that to deeper Sorrow wailed; Where Mockery, and Disease, and Poverty, Met miserable Age, erewhile sore bent With his own burden; while the arrowy winda Of winter pierced the naked orphan babe, And chilled the mother's heart, who had no home. And where, alas! in mid-time of his day, The honest man, robbed by some villain's ha
Great was their wisdom; great their cares, and Or with long sickness pale, and paler yet
Their self-denial, and their service done
To God and man; and great was their reward At hand, proportioned to their worthy deeds.
Breathe all thy minstrelsy, immortal harp! Breathe numbers warm with love, while I rehearse
Delightful theme! resembling the songs
With want and hunger, oft drank bitter draugh Of his own tears, and had no bread to eat. Oh! who can tell what sights he saw, whe shapes
Of wretchedness! or who describe what smiles Of gratitude illumed the face of woe, While from his hand he gave the bounty forth! As when the sun, to Cancer wheeling back, Returned from Capricorn, and showed the north
Which, day and night, are sung before the That long had lain in cold and cheerless night.
Thy praise, O Charity! thy labours most Divine; thy sympathy with sighs, and tears, And groans; thy great, thy god-like wish to heal
His beamy countenance, all nature then Rejoiced together glad; the flower looked up And smiled; the forest from his locks shook of The hoary frosts, and clapped his hands; the b
Awoke, and, singing, rose to meet the day; And from his hollow den, where many months He slumbered sad in darkness, blythe and light Of heart the savage sprung; and saw again His mountains shine; and with new songs of love, Allured the virgin's ear-so did the house, The prison-house of guilt, and all the abodes Of unprovided hopelessness, revive,
As on them looked the sunny messenger
Of charity; by angels tended still,
Terrestrial, which the pure celestial fire Cooled, and restrained in part his flaming wing.
Philosophy was deemed of deeper thought, And judgment more severe than Poetry; To fable she, and fancy more inclined. And yet if Fancy, as was understood, Was of creative nature, or of power With self-wrought stuff to build a fabric up, To mortal vision wonderful and strange,
That marked his deeds, and wrote them in the Philosophy, the theoretic, claimed
Of God's remembrance:-careless he to be Observed of men; or have each mite bestowed Recorded punctually, with name and place, In every bill of news: pleased to do good, He gave and sought no more-nor questioned much,
Nor reasoned who deserved; for well he knew The face of need. Ah me! who could mistake? The shame to ask, the want that urged within, Composed a look so perfectly distinct From all else human, and withal so full Of misery, that none could pass untouched And be a christian; or thereafter claim, In any form, the name or rights of man; Or, at the day of judgment, lift his eye:
Undoubtedly the first and highest place In Fancy's favour: her material souls ; Her chance; her atoms shaped alike; her white Proved black; her universal nothing, all; And all her wondrous systems, how the mind With matter met; how man was free, and yet All preordained; how evil first began; And chief, her speculations, soarings high, Of the eternal uncreated Mind, Which left all reason infinitely far Behind-surprising feat of theory!
Were pure creation of her own: webs wove Of gossamer in Fancy's lightest loom; And no where, on the list of being made By God, recorded: but her look meanwhile Was grave and studious; and many thought
While he, in name of Christ, who gave the poor She reasoned deeply, when she wildly raved.
A cup of water, or a bit of bread,
Impatient for his advent, waiting stood,
Glowing in robes of love and holiness,
The true, legitimate, anointed bard,
Whose song through ages poured its melody,
Heaven's fairest dress! and round him ranged in Was most severely thoughtful, most minute
A thousand witnesses appeared, prepared To tell his gracious deeds before the throne.
Nor unrenowned among the most renowned, Nor 'mong the fairest unadmired, that morn, When highest fame was proof of highest worth, Distinguished stood the bard ;-not he, who sold The incommunicable heavenly gift, To Folly; and with lyre of perfect tone, Prepared by God himself, for honest praise- Vilest of traitors! most dishonest man!- Sat by the door of Ruin, and made there A melody so sweet, and in the mouth Of drunkenness and debauch, that else croaked
In natural discordance jarring harsh, Put so divine a song, that many turned Aside, and entered in undone; and thought, Meanwhile, it was the gate of heaven; so like An angel's voice the music seemed: nor he, Who, whining grievously of damsel coy, Or blaming fortune, that would nothing give For doing nought, in indolent lament, Unprofitable, passed his piteous days, Making himself the hero of his tale- Deserving ill the poet's name. But he, The bard, by God's own hand anointed, who, To Virtue's all-delighting harmony,
And accurate of observation, most Familiarly acquainted with all modes And phases of existence. True, no doubt, He had originally drunk, from out The fount of life and love, a double draught, That gave, whate'er he touched, a double life; But this was mere desire at first, and power Devoid of means to work by; need was still Of persevering, quick, inspective mood Of mind, of faithful memory, vastly stored, From universal being's ample field,
With knowledge; and a judgment sound and clear,
Well disciplined in nature's rules of taste: had Discerning to select, arrange, combine, From infinite variety, and still
His numbers tuned; who from the fount of truth Poured melody, and beauty poured, and love, In holy stream, into the human heart; And from the height of lofty argument, Who justified the ways of God to man, And sung, what still he sings-approved in heaven, Though now with bolder note, above the damp
To nature true; and guide withal, hard task, The sacred living impetus divine, Discreetly through the harmony of song. Completed thus, the poet sung; and age To age, enraptured, heard his measures flow Enraptured, for he poured the very fat And marrow of existence through his verse; And gave the soul-that else in selfish cold, Unwarmed by kindred interest, had lain- A roomy life, a glowing relish high,
A sweet expansive brotherhood of being,- Joy answering joy, and sigh responding sigh, Through all the fibres of the social heart. Observant, sympathetic, sound of head, Upon the ocean vast of human thought, With passion rough and stormy, venturing out, Even as the living billows rolled, he threw His numbers over them, seized as they were, And to perpetual ages left them fixed, To each, a mirror of itself displayed;
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