And puts Delusion's dusky train to flight, 330 Pulls off the veil from Virtue's rising charms; 335 Truth bids me look on men as autumn leaves, And all they bleed for as the summer's dust Driven by the whirlwind: lighted by her beams, I widen my horizon, gain new powers, See things invisible, feel things remote, 340 Am present with futurities; think nought To man so foreign as the joys possess'd, Nought so much his as those beyond the grave. Pale worldly Wisdom loses all her charms. 345 In pompous promise from her schemes profound, Like sibyl, unsubstantial, fleeting bliss! At the first blast it vanishes in air. Not so celestial. Wouldst thou know, Lorenzo! 350 Or real wisdom wafts us to the skies. As worldly schemes resembles sibyls' leaves, The good man's days to sibyls' books compare (In ancient story read, thou know'st the tale,) In price still rising as in number less, Inestimable quite his final hour. 355 360 For that who thrones can offer, offer thrones; 365 'Oh let me die his death.' all Nature cries. 'Then live his life.'-All Nature falters there Our great physicia. daily to consult, 370 To commune with the grave, our only cure. 375 Combined, can break the witchcrafts of the world. Behold the' inexorable hour at hand; 380 Behold the' inexorable hour forgot! And to forget it the chief aim of life, Though well to por ler it is life's chief end. Is Death, that ever threatening, ne'er remote, That all important, and that only sure, 385 (Come when he will) an unexpected guest? Nay, though invited by the loudest calls Of blind Imprudence, unexpected still? Though numerous messengers are sent before, To warn his great arrival? What the cause, 390 The wondrous cause, of this mysterious ill? All Heaven looks down, astonish'd at the sight! 395 Nor wakes Indulgence from her golden dream? We take the lying sister for the saine. 400 Life glides away, Lorenzo! like a brook, For ever changing, unperceived the change. In the same brook none ever bathed him twice; We call the brook the same: the same we think 405 Our life, though still more rapid in its flow, 410 We start, awake, look out: what see we thero! 415 Is this the cause Death flies all human thought› 420 By Nature, conscious of the make of man, 425 A flaming sword to guard the tree of Life. 430 What groan was that, Lorenzo-Furies! rise, 435 So call'd, so thought-and then he fled the field; 440 Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain infamous for suicide! An island, in thy manners: far disjoin'd But thou be shock'd, while I detect the cause Of self-assault, expose the monster's birth, 445 Blame not thy clime, nor chide the distant Sun; 450 Immoral climes kind Nature never made. And proves it is thy folly, not thy fate. The soul of man (let man in homage bow 455 Who names his soul,) a native of the skies! 460 Studious of home, and ardent to return, Of earth suspicious, Earth's enchanted cup With cool reserve light touching, should indulge [there. There take large draughts; make her chief banquet But some reject this sustenance divine, 466 To beggarly vile appetites descend, Ask alms of Earth, for guests that came from Heaven! Are instantly, with wild demoniac rage, Or their pall'd palates loathe the basket full, 475 For breaking all the chains of Providence, And bursting their confinement, though fast barr'd 480 And moated round with fathomless destruction, See the dim lamp of life just feebly lift An agonizing beam, at us to gaze, Then sink again, and quiver into death, That most pathetic herald of our own : 505 How read we such sad scenes? As sent to man In perfect vengeance? no; in pity sent, To melt him down, like wax, and then impress, Bleeding for others, trembling for himself. 510 The mind turns fool before the cheek is dry. Our quick-returning folly cancels all, As the tide rushing razes what is writ In yielding sands, and smooths the letter'd shore. 515 Lorenzo! hast thou ever weigh'd a sigh? Or studied the philosophy of tears? (A science yet unlectured in our schools' |