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Yet know its title* flatters you, not me;
1390 Yours be the praise to make my title gool; Mine to bless Heaven, and triumph in your praise. But since so pestilential your disease, Though sovereign is the medicine I prescribe, As yet I'll neither triumph nor despair,
1395 But hope, ere long, my midnight dream wili wake Your hearts, and teach your wisdom—to be wise : For why should souls immortal, made for bliss, E’er wish (and wish in vain !) that souls could die ? What ne'er can die, oh! grant to live, and crown 1400 The wish, and aim, and labour of the skies ; Increase, and enter on the joys of Heaven : Thus shall my title paso a sacred seal, Receive an impriinatur from above, While angels shout-an Infide) Reclaim'd! 1405
To close, Lorenzo! spite of all my pains, Still seems it strange that thou shouldst live for ever? Is it less strange that thou shouldst live at all ? This is a miracle, and that no more. Who gave beginning can exclude an end. 1410 Deny thou art; then doubt if thou shalt be. A miracle with miracles enclosed Is man ! and starts his faith at what is strange ? What less than wonders from the wonderful ? What less than miracles from God can flow? 1415 Admit a God-that mystery supreme ! That cause uncaused! all other won lors cease : Nothing is marvellous for him to do : Deny nim-all is mystery besides ; Millions of mysteries! each darker far
1420 That that thy wisdom wouid, unwisely shun. If weak thy faith, why choose the harder side ? We nothing know but what is marvellous ; Yet what is inarvellous we can't believe. So weak our reason, and so great our God, 1425
* The lafidel Reclaimed.
What most surprises in the sacred page,
To faith and virtue why so backward, man?
For what?' (thou say’st) to damp the joys of life?
This hope is earth's most estimable prize ;
Hope, like a cordial, innocent though strong,
A bless'd hereafter, then, or hoped or gain’d,
* The poetic parts of it.
OR, THE MAN OF THE WORLD ANSWERED.
IN WHICH ARE CONSIDERED,
THE LOVE OF THIS LIFE; THE AMBITION AND
OF THE WORLD.
And has all Nature, then, espoused my part ?
15 A purer spirit, and a nobler name.
Thy fond attachments, fatal and inflamed, Point out my path, and dictate to my scng. To thee the world how fair ! how strongly strikes Ambitior.! and gay Pleasure stronger still! 20 Thy triple bane! the triple bolt, that lays Thy virtue dead; be these my triple theme ; Nor shall thy wit or wisdom be forgot.
Common the theme ; not so the song, if she
My sung invokes, Urania' deigns to smile. 25
Lorenzo ! since Eternal is at hand, To swallow Time's ambitions; as the vast 35 Leviathan the bubbles vain that ride High on the foaming billow ; what avail High titles, luigh descent, attainments high, If unattain’d our highest ? O Lorenzo ! What lofty thoughts, these elements above, 40 What towering hopes, what sallies from the Sun, What grand surveys of destiny divine, And pompous presage of unfathom'd fate, Should roll in bosoms where a spirit burns, Bound for Eternity! in bosoms read
45 By Him, who foibles in archangels sees ! On human hearts he bends a jealous eye, And marks, and in Heaven's register enrols, The rise and progress of each option there; Sacred to Doomsday ! that the page unfolds,
50 And spreads us to the gaze of gods and men.
And what an option, O Lorenzo ! thine ! This world ! and this, unrival'd by the skies ! A world where lust of pleasure, grandeur, gold, Three demons that divide its realms between them, 55 With strokes alternate buffet to and fro Man's restless heart, their sport, their flying ball ; Till, with the giddy circle sick and tired, It pants for peace, and drops into despair. Such is the world Lorenzo sets above
60 That glorious promise angels were asteem’d