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In a glad frenzy we atee mpt the sky;

Here Reynard lands, all dripping from the lake,
Nor seem to run, or ride, but mount and fly! And seeks the shelter of his wonted brake.

Now lightly o'er opposing walls we bound, Arriv'd, he shakes, and rolls, and turns him round;
Clear the broad trench, and top the rising mound: Then entering, sinks o'ertoild upon the ground:
No stop, no time for respite or recess;

Stretch'd at full length, secure of care he lies,
On, and still on, fox, dogs, and horses press. And instant slumbers seal his willing eyes.
The hounds outbreath'd, from their late tuneful The chop-fall’n hounds meantime are heard no

Now break-half short-the disappointed note. But silent range along the winding shore.
Now o'er the smoking vale each gen'rous steed Hopeless alike the hunters lag behind, ,
Relaxes from the fervour of his speed:

And give all thoughts of Reynard to the wind -
Push'd up the bray, indignantly they feel

All, save one wily rival of his art, The clanking lash, and the retorted steel;

Who vows unpitying vengeance ere they part. Then down the steep with quick’ning rapture go, Along the coast his watchful course be beut, And stretch and sweat upon the plain below. Careful to catch and wind the thwarting scent;

Athwart one way a tumbling stream was laid And last, to make his boastful promise good, That to the lake its daily tribute paid :

Enter'd the precincts of the fatal wood. Here the first stop our rapid course delays,

There, through the gloom, he leads one hopeless And with a grateful interruption stays.

train, Upon the bank, in watchful silence still,

And cheers the long-desponding pack in vain ;
We breathe the rising freshness of the rill;

Till Ringwood first the faint effluvia caught,
We pant—we drop our languid limbs-and all, And with loud tongue reformd their old default.
Like fainting Cephalus, on Aura call.

Rous'd at the swell of that reviving sound,
Dark as a mist that to the distant view

Our hopes rekindle, and our bearts reboundi
Caps the brown mountains with a murky blue; Eager we spread through furze and mingling brush,
So from our steeds the thick’ning vapours rise, And lash the woof of each afflicted bush;
Infold their riders, and obscure the skies.

While here and there the busy dogs reveal
The glowing dogs, forgetful of their foe,

The languid tidings of the dubious gale.
Full on the stream their headlong bodies throw, Meanwhile the fox, unconscious of the chase,
Like iron on the whizzing smithy flung,

Repair'd his late fatigues, and slept in peace;
And lap, and pant, and loll the length’ning tongue. Nor mark'd the cry of many a hostile tougue

Now, from the west, a livelier gale upsprings, That through the copious forest loudly rung, And with new perves each listless member strings. Till a bold youth approach'd his thoughtless bed, In terms still varying their harmonious sounds, And struck the bower that tremblid o'er his head. The huntsman calls, and cheers his circling hounds. As when amaz'd upstarted Manoah's heir, Now up, now down, now cross the stream he beats Shorn of his strength and his enchanted hair, “ Haux !-wind him !--haux!-Fox, find him!” While his peal'd ears receiv'd the hostile sound he repeats.

Of shouting foes that girt his couch around; Now round and round a fruitless search he plies, So Reynard wakes with sudden horrours chill, And now a tour of wider circuit tries.

Scant of his force, and shorten'd of his skill. But no intelligence rewards his care;

Bold through despair, he breaks at once away, No note confess'd the fox was ever there

Bounds through the brush, and rushes into day! As though some opening gulf had gorg'd our prey, The fields, the shores, the hills, each wood resounds Or sudden power bad snatch'd him quite away. With echoing bunters, and with op'ning hounds :

But Reynard, hotly push'd, and close pursu'd, Rocks, waters, undulating air, and sky,
Yet fruitful in expedients to elude,

Become one peal, and propagate the cry:
When to the bourn's refreshing bank he came, From the firm land, and from the trembling lake,
Had plung'd, all reeking, in the friendly stream. Full on our ears the tuneful thunders break,
The folding waves his failing pow'rs restore, Roll o'er the waves, and strike the distant coast,
And close the gates of every fuming pore.

And far beyond, mid heav'n-top'd hills, are lost.
Then down the channel, over flats and steeps, Again we start, we bound, we stretch amain,
He steals, and trots-or wades, or swims, or creeps; O'er the brown heath, and o'er the bright champaign:
Till, where the pebbled shores the surges break, Again o'er gates we fly, through hedges rush,
He quits his feet, and lanches on the lake. Through moorlands labour, and through thickets
As when some coasting skiff, with shatter'd geers,

A cautious course 'twixt land and ocean steers, Intense again our gath'ring fervour grows-
Fearful alike on either dang’rous hand

Again the coursers smoke-the rider glows: To trust the boist'rous sea or faithless land :

Distinguish'd steeds their fellow steeds outwind,
Possessid of equal fears and equal lore,

And leave their late associates far behind;
So Reynard coasts aloof, and shuns the shore, While laggard hounds, that form a lengthen d train,
Lest the uncover'd odour should exhale,

Run, hoarse and mute, and panting o'er the plain.
And tell sure tidings to the trait'rous gale.

O'erbreath'd we come where, 'twixt impending Not distant far, upon the beach there stood Ran the joint current of two gurgling rills ; [hills, The hoary growth of a majestic wood,

On either hand, adown each fearful steep, Whose age of oak and intervening yew

Hung forth the shaggy horrours, dark and deep: Not the great-grandsires of the living knew :

Here, through brown umbrage, glow'd the vivid
The flooring, deep beneath the distant shade,

With thorn and frizzling brush was thick inlaid, And headlong slopes, and winding paths between;
While clamouring rooks, scarce heard above our Growth above many a growth, tall trees arose,
Amid the cloud-commingling branches bred. [head, The tops of these scarce veil'd the roots of those ;

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A winding court, where wand'ring Fancy walk'd, The hounds 'fore Heav'n their accusation spread, And to herself responsive Echo talk'd.

And cry for justice on his caitiff head.' Here stay'd again, we hail the kind delay,

Meanwhile, with cutlasses we clear each bush And down the shadowy paths delighted stray; Of platted blackthorn, and of stubborn brush, The gath'ring pack unite, and enter in,

Remove the covert of befriending night, Then spread, and pierce the darkness of the glen. And on the cavern's entrance pour the light. Now here, now there, now sole, and now combin'd, Aghast, and trembling in the burst of day, They catch the wand'ring odour from the wind; With haggard eyes the shrinking savage lay ; Through many a traverse, many-twirling maze, In vain he glares his desp'rate glance around, And all the wondrous wisdom of his ways,

No scape-no stratagem-no hope is found ! The fox they trace, unrav’ling as they go,

“ He dies ! - he dies !” the echoing hills reply, Discreetly sure, and musically slow;

And the loud triumph rends the vaulted sky.
Now in joint harmony they pour their nutes,
And echo answers from ten thousand throats.
From hill to hill, with replicated sounds,

The peal rolls down the glen, and still rebounds,
Packs beyond packs seem sweetly to reply,
And waft to distant climes the less'ning cry.

At length, from path to path, and glade to glade, It comes ; the wish'd, the long-expected morn-
Midst woven thickets and impending shade, “ Thou Son of Man, thou Son of God, be born!"
Through the steep wilderness their way they won, Lo, he descends, and bows the yielding skies:
And reach'd the shelve that open'd to the Sun: To meet himn, the exulting valleys rise :
Then up the slope they speed them, swift as wind, Death shrinks and trembles, fearing to be slain;
As swift the hunters press, and shout behind. And all Hell quakes throughout its deep domain.

But now no more our coursers pull the rein Yet comes he not, array'd in worldly show, O'er the firm greensward, or expanded plain,

Nor in the weakness of man's power below : Through rude and craggy grounds, through miry In human flesh, bis Godhead he conceals; clay,

In human form, immensity he veils : We urge with peril our o’erlabour'd way.

Eternal, he assumes a mortal frame: Cast, here and there, along the dang'rous course, And, in subjection, lo, the world's supreme! . Lies spread the rider, and the flound'ring horse;

'Tis come; the day of health, the saving mornBut onward still the foremost press, nor mind The Sou of God, the Babe of Love is born! To ask for luckless friends that limp behind.

Behold, all Heaven descends upon the wing, At last the bottom of a mount we reach'd,

And choiring angels “ Glory, glory!" sing ; Whose top from sea to sea its prospect stretch'd, Glory to God, from whom such bounties flow ! And seem'd a look of stately scorn to throw And peace on Earth, good-will to man below!" On the proud works of little men below.

« Tidings we bring, glad tidings of free grace, With half a pack, and scarcely half a train, Tidings of joy to all of human race! We dare all dangers, and all toil disdain ;

The promis'd day is come, the great eventThe dogs near faint, yet still on slaughter bent, To you a child is born, a son is sent; With tongues abrupt avow the burning scent;

A Saviour, Christ, the lowly, the supreme, The pendent cliffs audaciously essay,

Gracious to pardon, mighty to redeem ! And trot, or crawl, or climb their desp'rate way.

Within his band the nations shall be weigh'd, While, slanting, we avoid the headlong deep, The world upon his infant-shoulder laid. Yet bend, press on, and labour up the steep.

His name is Wonderful; he shall be styl'd Where the brow beetling from the mountain The God of Power, the all-embracing child; sprung,

Th' embosom'd Sun, whose inward beam imparts With stunted thorn and shaggy rocks o'erhung, Wisdom to souls, the Counsellor of hearts, Beneath whose base a sandled bench, with shade Whose days nor know commencement nor increase; Of furze and tangling thicket was o'erlaid,

The everlasting Father, Prince of Peace! Reynard his palace kept, his regal seat,

Your saving God, in Bethlehem ye sball find, His fort of sure resource, and last retreat ;

Swath'd in a crib, on humbling straw reclin'd; The rest were but the mansions of a night,

He, who all things unites and comprehends, For casual respite, or for fresh delight.

To stable with his lowliest brutes descends. Here a vulcanian Cacus erst was said

Your songs, your songs, ye morning stars, employ; To hale the carcasses whose blood he shed; And, all ye sons of glory, shout for joy !'' Or as ip rolls of old romance we read

Approaching seraphim the babe surround,
Of rav'ning giants, an enormous breed,

And, with adoring reverence, bow profound;
With grizly bones who hung their spacious bower, Amaz'd to see their Infinite confin'd,
Dire trophies of their crue ty and pow'r:

The Ancient of all days in infancy enshrin'd. So bones and blood did Reynard's hail distain, With wond'ring eye, they pierce his filmy skin And whit'ning skeletons confess'd the slain;

And lucid flesh, when, lo, a Heaven within, Hens, leverets, lambs--sad tropbies of his art,

Wide as the round where yonder planets roll, His raging appetite, and ruthless heart.

Though stretch'd to infinite from either pole; To this dread fort, with many a hard essay,

Love, to whose depth no measure can descend; We win with peril our o'er-labour'd way;

And bliss, encircling blessings, without end. At length our journey, not our work, is done,

See the dear, little, he'pless, mighty hands, - The way indeed, but not the fort is won.

So meekly yielded to maternal bands! Here had the felon earth'd ;-with many a hound 'T is theirs the powers of darkness to repel, And many a horse we gird his hold around: To crush the pride of Earth, and wrath of Hell;

To lift the fall’n, to prop the feeble knee,

Of thy Creator if thou art bereft, To set the pris'ners of his Israel free;

Think, to redeem, no other God is left!” To burst the iron gates of sin and pain,

He listens not,—th' infernal powers impel: To number time and death among the slain; He long'd, he pluck’d, he tasted -and he fell. Captive to lead captivity on high,

0, what a fall! a steep from high to low! Follow'd by blood-bought myriads through the sky; Extremes of bliss, to what extremes of woe! His kingdom in eternal peace to found,

Plump, from his Heav'n, this second angel fell And beam forth blessings without end or bound. Down his own depth, his God-abandon'd Hell : Ye sophists, who, with scientific lore,

Horrour of horrours ! darkness and despair! Nature's recluse arcana would explore;

He look'd for comfort-but no gleam was there! Who, in your dreams of fancy, mould and wield O Love, Love, Love! stupendous, wide and The mazy worlds of yon empyreal field,

steep! And boast to have retrac'd, by reason's force, High o'er all heights, below damnation deep! Th' unmeasur'd chain of sequels to their source; In vain the desp'rate rebel would essay, Come forward with your length and depth of thought, From thee to tear his being, far away And see all human learning set at nonght :

Thy saving hand arrests his prone career; Here, try to mete, to compass, to define,

For, to thy presence, ev'ry place is—here! And plumb your God with your tive-fathom'd line! For him thou hadst prepar'd a mediale seat, Ye mighty too, beneath whose tyrant brow

Meet for his taste, and fitting to his state; Pale vassals shake, and servile nations bow, A seat of feshy organs, gross and frail, Perish your pride! and let your glories fade! To dissolution doom'd, and form'd to fail. Lo, Nature's monarch in a manger laid!

He wakes to a new world, and, with new eyes, Behold, the Word, at whose creative might Sees unkpown elements, and unknown skies; The Heavens and Earth sprung forth to form and The husk and surface of that bless'd abode, In love descends, unutterably mild, (light, Where late he dwelt, internal, with his God. And smiles the world's salvation-in a child !

He turns his eyes upon his carnal frame, No clarions yet proclaim him King of Kings; And sees it, all, a seat of filth and shame; No ensigns speak him the Supreme of things: Fellow'd with brutes, with brutes to take his bed, Humbly he lays his purple robe aside,

Like brutes to propagate, be born, and fed : Until, for man, it shall in blood be dy'd;

But diff'rent far the table and the treat; Nor shall the crown bis regal brow adorn,

Earth is their Heav'n, their home, and native seat : Till his love twist it of the pointed thorn!

For brutes, unearn'd, the ready banquet lies, Ah, Father, Author, God of boundless grace! Apt to their taste, and obvious to their eyes; What, what is man, with all bis recreant race, But man must wring it from a grudging soil, That they with thine own Jesus should be weigh’d; And win scant sustenance with sweat and toil. And, for their ransom, such a price be paid ?

He looks abroad, and sees the new-dropp'd fawn 'T is true, that man from his Creator came Cloth'd without care, and frisking on the lawn; All-bright, as from the Sun his effluent beam; But finds his own new carcass bleak and bare, Lord of these Heavens and Earth, the seas that flow, And shiv'ring in a strange and hostile air. The lands that germinate, and stars that glow. Yet know, O man, that all which can betide Lovely without, and glorious all within,

From hard-fang'd avarice, or o'erbearing pride, He knew no sorrow, for he knew no sin :

That art can compass from the flood or field, His will was with the father's will inform’d; All that these four-fold elements can yield, His love was with the love of Jesus warm'd; Is barely to afford thee warmth and bread, The Eternal Light, that lights the solar ray, Like fellow brutes to be array'd and fed ; Shed forth the peace of his diviner day;

But ah, all, all, incapable, as wind, He felt the bliss of the supremely bless'd,

To yield one morsel to the famish'd mind! And God's own Heaven was opend in his breast. This the wretch finds (beguil'd by devilish fraud)

But ah! he yet was frail, nor understood The sum of all, for which he left his God; There 's but one Will, all-just, all-wise, all-good; The sum of all the good-he yet was blind The Will, throughout the universe, who knows, To half the evils that came close behind. Alone, to make, to fit, and to dispose.

Late lord of land and water, air and flame, The wretch, who dares a diff'rent will to frame, He wielded, at his will, their cumbrous frame; Brings war into the works of Hearen's supreine; Could pierce Earth's dark and various entrails Of pow'r would e'en Omnipotence defraud,

through; And blasts his being in the will of God.

Could call forth all their wonders to his view; Hence, man, so great, so glorious, and so good, Through minim forms th’internal maze could trace, Was tempted from the tow'r in which he stood, And lift the broad-back'd mountains from their base. Lurd by external baits of sensual taste, .

To him of ev'ry foliage, flow'r, and blade, He wish'd to gratify, he long'd to feast;

The fabric, use, and beauty, lay display'd; The good of his subjected world to know;

Of living specks he pierc'd the fine machine, Distinct from God, to win a Heav'n below;

And open'd to himself the world within; To found a new dominion of his own,

Saw all with glory, as with skill, replete, And reign sufficient to himself alone.

And trac'd the artist to his inmost seat. “ Ingrate-stop thee on the headlong brink! But now, fall'n, fall’n from his imperial towr, Ere thou dost take the fearful venture,-think! 'Reft of his glory, empty'd of his pow'r; Think, from the God thou wishest to forego, Degraded, hurl'd from his celestial steep, All that thou art, thy bliss and being flow;

And sunk in flesh, a dungeon dark and deep; And, can the creatures yield thee, should they list, (Distance immense in nature, not in space, More than the source where thou and they exist? But wider, wider far, than place from place!)

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Th' insulting elements their lord control,

“ You, by his fetters, can alone be freed; And cast their four-fold fetters round his soul. To wash your stains, the Lamb of Love must bleed;

Dethron'd, debas'd, without as from within, So shall his woe turn all your woe to weal, Enslav'd by matter, since enslav'd by sin,

His bruises medicine, and his woundings heal. Corruption to its kindred mass lays claim,

“ Hence man, apostate man, so deeply lost, And, ent'ring, seizes his devoted frame.

Shall weigh the curs'd commission, by the cost; Distemper follows, with his gloomy throng, Shall learn, as meet, to hold himself at nought; Bearing pests, stings, and fires, and racks along; Shall feel he's all a folly, all a fault; Languor that saps, and rueful throes that grind; In deep abasement lift his suppliant eyes, With Death, who shakes the certain dart behind. In lowliness alone be taught to rise; Already, o'er the sad subjected wight,

In tears, in anguish, shall his guilt deplore, The lordly elements exert their right;

Shall call on Christ who can alone restore; And on his limbs their baneful influence cast, By him supported, shall affirm his ground, Parch'd in the beam, or shiv'ring in the blast: Shall struggle with the chains by wbich he's bound; While high o'er head, the gath’ring vapours frown, Disclaim, detest the world, in which he fell; And on his anguish look unpitying down;

Oppose his champion'd soul to flesh and Hell ; Then flash in thunders, or in tempest pour, Wish his old worm, his sin, and self undone, And on his members dash the pelting show'r. And catch, and cling to my all-saving Son ! But worse, far worse within, black storms infest

“ This in due time. And shake the sphere of his benighted breast. Still, round and round, the whirling passions Jesus, meanwhile, shall steal, like doubtful morn, tend,

Into the breasts of all of woman born; And his sad heart with horrid conflict rend; There shed his dawn of coeternal light, Impatience, rage, despair, untam'd desire,

There struggle with their length and depth of night; And hate, impregnate with infernal fire:

A solid gloom! which he alone can melt, He calls for death, and would have ruin hurl'd Which, like Egyptian darkness, may be felt. At Heav'n, himself, the tempter, and the world. “ His seed, in flesh, my Holy-One shall sow,

But God, THE ONE ETERNAL THIRST TO BLESS, And give it strength to root, and grace to grow; Ey'd his estate, and pity'd his distress.

Man within man, begotten from above, “ Adam,” he said, and look'd unmeasur'd grace, Bearing the likeness of the Son of Love; “ Adam, thou 'rt fall'n, and fall’n is all thy race ! Sons of my son, ordain'd to see my face; Such as the tree is, such will be the fruit;

All embryon heirs of glory and of grace; The branch must bear the flavour of the root. But not mature to wing their native skies,

“ Late I was in thee love, and pow'r, and will; Till their new Adam shall from death arise. My glory did thy soul and body 6ll;

“ Thus the new offspring shall the old put on, But, laps'd from me, thy spirit and thy frame Making a double manhood, two in one; Sink to the principles from whence they came Of diff'rent principles, of diff'rent sires, Thy soul to its own helpless fierce desire,

Conceptions, tastes, enjoyments, and desires : A rueful wbirl of dark tormenting fire !

The one, as Earth, crude, grudging, grappling all Thy body to the grossness of its birth,

To the dark centre of its craving ball; Corruption to corruption, earth to earth!

The other, as the Sun, benign and bright, “ If, in thy strength, thou didst not hold thy state, | A going forth on all in life and light. How shall thy weakness reassume its seat?

“ Hence through the course of their sublunar life, How, from thy pit of flesh, so dull and deep, Though brother'd, they shall be at truceless strife : Cast off the cumbrance. and ascend the steep? What one approves, the other shall reject; For, by the road thou hast fall'n, as is most just, What one detests, the other shall affect. Through the same road, O man, return thou must; So man, at once, shall court what he 'll contemn, Tostrength through weakness, and to peace through Neglect yet rev'rence, do what he 'll condemn; strife,

At once transgress, and wish he could fulfil; To bliss through angnish, and through death to life. Be righteous and unrighteous, good and ill;

“ But this no creature, not the seraph can; Bearing the witness and the seal, within, Though once in God so mighty, less can man: Of new and old, the man of grace and sin, This, therefore, Adam, thou canst never do; The heart-writ story of his rise and fall, Thou in thy God then must be born anew; The gospel of his freedom and his thrall. Born a new creature of a seed divine,

“ Thy elder offspring, Adam, grown and strong, Reborn, O Adam, of thy son and mine ;

Frequent, shall drag bis younger mate along; Thou the old father of man's fall'n estate,

Like huge Leviathan, shall trust to play,
He the New Sire who shall regain their seat. And rule at large in his congenial sea :

Foil'd by a devilish foe, thy weakness fell, But mine within his jaws a bard shall place,
Captive to sense, and sin, and death, and Hell; And check the headlong monster in his race.
In weakness, therefore, must his strength prevail, The younger heir, invisibly, within,
Though sense, and sin, and death, and Hell assail; Shall oft convict his outward mate of sin;
As man, in human flesh and frailty, he

Reprove with judgment, and reform betimes; Must conquer all, O man, that conquer'd thee. Or, with a whip, call'd conscience, lash his crimes :

“ Yes, from my bosom my belov'd I give, So may the bless'd the accursed one subdue, That my lost creatures may return, and live. And the old man, at length, refine into the new ! He, for your sakes, shall lay his glory by;

“ Nor grudge I, Adam, those fall’n sons of thine, For you be born, and suffer, gasp, and die; Flesh of thy flesh, to share a seat with mine, The price of guilt my Holy-One shall pay, By him sublim'd into a nobler sphere; And tread, of death and Hell, the bitterest way. So they slay not their younger brothers, here.

“But, through much grief, this glory must be won; | Atrocious intimations, causeless care, Flesh, soil'd by sin, by death must be undone; Distrust, and hate, and rancour, and despair. Must drop the world, wherein it felt its force, As in creation, when the Word gave birth And, giant-like, rejoic'd to run its course;

To ev'ry offspring of the teeming Earth, Must drop each organ of its late delight;

He now conceiv'd high fruits of happier use, Must bid a long adieu to sense and sight,

And bid the beart and head of man produce : A long adieu to ev'ry darling lust;

Then branch'd the pregnant will, and went abroad Must yield its passive members, dust to dust, In all the sweets of its internal God; Within the potter's furnace to be fin'd,

In ev'ry mode of love, a fragrant throng, And leave its grossness, with its guilt, behind. Bearing the heart-sent charities along;

Meanspace, those forms of flesh, those sons of sin, Divine effusions of the human breast, Shall serve to hold my price less pearls within; Within the very act of blessing, bless'd; As golden grain within prolific clay,

Desires that press another's weight to bear, To shoot and ripen toward a future day.

To soothe their anguish, to partake their care ; “ Yon maggot, vilest offspring of vile earth, Pains that can please, and griefs that joys excite; Answers the genial baseness of his birth:

Bruises that balm, and tears that drop delight. Lo, where be rolls and battens, with delight, God saw the seed was precious; and began In filth, to smell offensive, foul to sight!

To bless his own redeeming work, in man. Well pleas'd, he drinks the stench, the dirt devours, Nor less, the pregnant region of the mind And prides him in the puddle of his powers ; Brought forth conceptions suited to its kind ; Careless, unconsc ous of the beauteous guest, Paint emblems, yet of virtue to proclaim The internal speck committed to his breast. That parent-spirit, whence our spirits came; Yet in his breast the internal speck grows warm, Spirits that, like their God, with mimic skill, And quickens into motion, life, and form;

Produce new forms and images at will; Far other form than that its fosterer bore,

Thoughts that from Earth, with wing 'd emotion soar, High o'er its parent-worm ordain'd to soar: New tracts expatiate, and new worlds explore; The son, still growing as the sire decays,

Backward, through space and through duration, run, In radiant plumes his infant shape arrays; Passing the bounds of all that e'er begun; Matures, as in a soft and silent womb;

Then, as a glance of lightning, forward fee, Then, opening, peeps from his paternal tomb; Straining to reach at all that e'er shall be. Now, struggling, breaks at once into the day, Thus, in the womb of man's abyss are sown Tries bis young limbs, and bids his wings display, Natures, worlds, wonders, to himself unknown. Expands his lineaments, erects his face,

a comprehension, a mysterious plan Rises sublime o'er all the reptile race;

Of all the almighty works of God, is man; From dew-drop'd blossoms sips the nectar'd stream, From Hell's dire depth to Heav'n's supremest height, And basks within the glory of the beam.

Including good and evil, dark and light. “ Thus, to a sensual, to a sinful shrine,

What shall we call this son of grace and sin, The Saviour shall entrust his speck divine;

This demon, this divinity within, In secret animate his chosen seed,

This flame eternal, this foul mould'ring clodFill with his love, and with his substance feed; A fiend, or seraph-A poor worm, or God? Inform it with sensations of his own,

O, the fell conflict, the intestine strife, And give it appetites to flesh unknown:

This clash of good and evil, death and life! So shall the lusts of man's old worm give place, What, what are all the wars of sea and wind, His fervour langitish, and his force decrease; Or wreck of matter, to this war of mind ? Till spoil'd of ev'ry object, gross or vain,

Two minds in one, and each a truceless guest, His pride and passions humbl’d, crush'd, and slain; | Rending the sphere of our distracted breast ! From a false world to his first kingdom won, Who shall deliver, in a fight so fell ; His will, and sin, and sense, and self, undone; Who save from this intestine dog of Hell? His inward man from death shall break away, God! thou hast said, that Nature shall decay, And soar, and mingle with eternal day!”

And all yon starr'd expansion pass away: This (in a word) the Father spoke--and straight That, in thy wrath, pollution shall expire, The Son descended from above all height.

The Sun himself consume with hotter fire; Upon the chaos of man's world he came,

The melting Farth forsake its form and face, And pierc'd the darkness with his living beam; These elements depart, but find no place; Then cast a rein on the reluctant will,

Succeeded by a peaceful bless'd serene, And bid the tempest of the soul be still.

New Heav'ns and Earth, wherein the just shall reign. The good from evil he did then divide,

() then, upon the same benignant plan, And set inan's darkness from God's light aside : Sap, crush, consume this mass of ill, in man! Wide, from the heart, he bids his will be done, Within this transient frame of mould'ring clay, And there plac'd conscience as a central Sun; Let death's cerberean demon have his day; Whence reason, like the Moon, derives, by night, Let him tear off this world, the nurse of lust, A weak, a borrowd, and a dubious light.

Grind fesh, and sense, and sin, and self to dustBut, down the soul's abyss, a region dire !

But 0, preserve the principle divine ; He caus'd the Stygian horrours to retire;

In mind and matter, save whate'er is thine! From whence ascends the gloom of many a pest, O'er time, and pain, and death, to be renewd; Dark’ning the beam of Heav'n within the breast; Fill’d with our God, and with our God endu'd !

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