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No flaniing sword denies our entrance here :
Would man but gather, he might live for ever. 1075

Lorenzo! much of moral hast thou seen:
Of curious arts art thou more fond ? then mark
The mathematic glories of the skies,
In number, weight, and measure, all ordain'd.
Lorenzo's boasted builders, Chance and Fate, 1080
Are left to finish his aerial towers ;
Wisdom and Choice, their well known characters
Here deep impress, and claim it for their own.
Though splendid all, no splendour void of use.
Use rivals beauty, art contends with power; 1085
No wanton waste amid effuse expense,
The great Economist adjusting all
To prudent pomp, magnificently wise.
How rich the prospect! and for ever new;
And newest, to the man that views it most ; 1090
For newer still in infinite succeeds.
Then these aërial racers, O how swift !
How the shaft loiters from the strongest string ;
Spirit alone can distance the career,
Orb above orb ascending, without end !

1095 Circle in circle, without end, enclosed ! Wheel within wheel, Ezekiel, like to thine' Like thine, it seems a vision or a dream; Though seen, we labour to believe it true! What involution! what extent! what swarms 1100 Of worlds, that laugh at earth! immensely great! Immensely distant from each other's spheres ! [roll? What, then, the wondrous space through which they At once it quite ingulfs all human thought ; 'Tis Comprehension's absolute defeat.

1105 Nor think thou seest a wild disorder here : Through this illustrious chaos to the sight, Arrangement neat and chastest order reign. The path prescribed, inviolably kept, Upbraids the lawless sallies of mankind.

1110 Worlds, ever thwarting, never intertere;

What knots are tied ! how soon are they dissolved,
And set the seeming married planets free!
They rove for ever, without error rove;
Confusion unconfused ! nor less admire

1115
This tumult untumultuous; all on wing !
In motion all! yet what profound repose !
What fervid action, yet no noise ! as awed
To silence by the presence of their Lord;
Or hush'd by his command, in love to man, 1120
And bid let fall soft beams on human rest,
Restless themselves. On yon cerulean plain,
In exultation to their God and thine,
They dance, they sing eternal jubilee,
Eternal celebration of his praise !

1125 But since their song arrives not at our ear, Their dance perplex'd exhibits to the sight Fair hieroglyphic of his peerless power. Mark how the labyrinthian turns they take, The circles intricate, and mystic maze,

1130 Weave the grand cipher of Omnipotence; To gods how great! how legible to man!

Leaves so much wonder greater wonder still ! Where are the pillars that support the skies ? What more than Atlantean shoulder props 1135 The' incumbent load ? what magic, what strange art, In fluid air these ponderous orbs sustains ? Who would not think them hung in golden chains ?And so they are ; in the high will of Heaven, Which fixes all; makes adamant of air,

1140 Or air of adamant ; makes all of nought, Or nought of all, if such the dread decree.

Imagine from their deep foundations torn The most gigantic sons of earth, the broad And towering Alps, all toss’d into the sea; 1145 And, light as down, or volatile as air, Their bulks enormous dancing on the waves, In time and measure exquisite ; while all Thc winds, in emulation of the spheres,

Tune their sonorous instruments aloft

1150 The concert swell, and animate the ball. Would this appear amazing ?-what then worlds In a far thinner element sustain'd, And acting the same part with greater skill, More rapid movement, and for noblest ends ? 1155

More obvious ends to pass, are not these stars The seats majestic, proud imperial thrones, On which angelic delegates of Heaven, At certain periods, as the Sovereign nods, Discharge high trusts of vengeance or of love, 1160 To clothe in outward grandeur grand design, And acts more solemn still more solemnize? Ye citizens of air! what ardent thanks, What full effusion of the grateful heart, Is due from man, indulged in such a sight' 1165 A sight so noble ! and a sight so kind ! It drops new truths at every new survey' Feels not Lorenzo something stir within, That sweeps away all period? As these spheres Measure duration, they no less inspire

1170 The godlike hope of ages without end. The boundless space, through which these rovers take Their restless roam, suggests the sister thought Of boundless time. Thus, by kind Nature's skill, To man unlabour'd, that important guest, 1175 Eternity, finds entrarcc at the sight; And an eternity for man ordain'd, Or these his destined midnight counsellors, The stars had never whisper'd it to man. Nature informs, but ne'er insults, her sons : 1180 Could she, then, kindle the most ardent wish To disappoint it ?—That is blasphemy! Thus of thy creed a second article, Momentous as the existence of a God, Is found (as I conceive) where rarely sought, 1185 And thou mayst read thy soul inmos tal here.

Here, then, Lorenzo! on these glor'es dwell;

Nor want the gilt, illuminated roof,
That calls the wretched gay to dark delights.
Assemblies ?--this is one divinely bright; 1190
Here, unendanger'd in health, wealth, or fame,
Range through the fairest, and the Sultan scorn.
He, wise as thou, no Crescent holds so fair
As that which on his turban awes a world,
And thinks the Moon is proud to copy hini. 1195
Look on her, and gain more than worlds can give,
A mind superior to the charms of power
Thou, muffled in delusions of this life !
Can yonder moon turn Ocean in his bed
From side to side in constant ebb and flow, 1200
And purify from stench his watery realms ?
And fails her moral influence ? wants she power
To turn Lorenzo's stubborn tide of thought
From stagnating on earth's infected shoro,
And purge from nuisance his corrupted heart? 1205
Fails her attraction, when it draws to Heaven ?
Nay, and to what thou valuest more, earth’s joy?
Minds elevate, and panting for unseen,
And defecate from sense, alone obtain
Full relish of existence undeflower'd,

1210 The life of life, the zest of worldly bliss ; All else on earth amounts to what? to this : 'Bad to be suffer’d. blessings to be left:' Earth's richest inventory boasts no more.

Of higher scenes be then the call obey'd. 1215 O let me gaze !-of gazing there's no end. O. let me think !—thought, too, is wilder'd here ; In midway flight Imagination tires ; Yet soon reprunes her wing to suar anew, Her point unable to forbear or gain;

1220 So great the pleasure, so profound the plan! A banquet this, where men and angels meet, Eat the same manna, mingle Earth and Heaven. How distant some of these nocturnal suns ! So distant (says the sage) 'twere not absurd 1225

To doubt if beams, set out at Nature's birth,
Are yet arrived at this so foreign world,
Though nothing half so rapid as their flight.
An eye of awe and wonder let me roll,
And roll for ever. Who can satiate sight 1230
In such a scene? in such an ocean wide
Of decp astonishment ? where depth, height, breadth,
Are yst in their extremes ; and where to count
The chick-sown glories in this field of fire,
Perhaps a seraph's computation fails.

1235 Now go,

Ambition ! boast thy boundless might In conquest o'er the tenth part of a grain.

And yet Lorenzo calls for miracles, To give his tottering faith a solid base. Why call for less than is already thine ?

1240 Thou art no novice in theology ; What is a miracle ?--'Tis a reproach, 'Tis an implicit satire on mankind, And while it satisfies, it censures too. To common sense great Nature's course proclaims A Deity: When mankind falls asleep,

1246 A miracle is sent as an aların To wake the world, and prove him o'er again, By recent argument, but not more strong. Say which imports more plenitude of power, 1250 Or Nature's laws to fix, or to repeal ? To make a Sun, or stop his mid career ? To countermand his orders, and send back The flaming courier to the frighted East, Warm’d and astonish'd at his evening ray ; 1255 Or bid the Moon, as with her journey tired, In Ajalon's soft flowery vale repose ? Great things are these ? stiil greater to create. From Adam's bower lock down through the whole train Of niracles ;--resistless is their power ?

1260 They do not, cannot, more amaze the mind, Than this, call'd unmiraculous survey, If duly w eigh’d, is rationally seen,

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