Magnetic o'er the fixed untrembling heart. In the primeval age a dateless while
The vacant Shepherd wandered with his flock, Pitching his tent where'er the green grass waved. But soon Imagination conjured up
A host of new desires: with busy aim, Each for himself, Earth's eager children toiled. So Property began, twy-streaming fount, Whence Vice and Virtue flow, honey and gall. Hence the soft couch, and many-colored robe, The timbrel, and arch'd dome and costly feast, With all the inventive arts, that nursed the soul To forms of beauty, and by sensual wants Unsensualized the mind, which in the means Learnt to forget the grossness of the end, Best pleasured with its own activity.
And hence Disease that withers manhood's arm, The daggered Envy, spirit-quenching Want, Warriors, and Lords, and Priests-all the sore ills That vex and desolate our mortal life.
Wide-wasting ills! yet each the immediate source Of mightier good. Their keen necessities To ceaseless action goading human thought Have made Earth's reasoning animal her Lord; And the pale-featured Sage's trembling hand Strong as a host of armed Deities,
Such as the blind Ionian fabled erst.
From avarice thus, from luxury and war
Sprang heavenly science; and frorn science freedom. O'er wakened realms Philosophers and Bards Spread in concentric circles: they whose souls, Conscious of their high dignities from God, Brook not wealth's rivalry! and they who long Enamored with the charms of order hate The unseemly disproportion: and whoe'er Turn with mild sorrow from the victor's car And the low puppetry of thrones, to muse On that blest triumph, when the Patriot Sage Called the red lightnings from the o'er-rushing cloud
And dashed the beauteous terrors on the earth Smiling majestic. Such a phalanx ne'er Measured firm paces to the calming sound Of Spartan flute! These on the fated day, When, stung to rage by pity, eloquent men
Have roused with pealing voice the unnumbered tribes That toil and groan and bleed, hungry and blind,- These hushed awhile with patient eye serene Shall watch the mad careering of the storm; Then o'er the wild and wavy chaos rush
And tame the outrageous mass, with plastic might Moulding confusion to such perfect forms,
As erst were wont,-bright visions of the day!- To float before them, when, the summer noon, Beneath some arch'd romantic rock reclined They felt the sea breeze lift their youthful locks; Or in the month of blossoms, at mild eve, Wandering with desultory feet inhaled
The wafted perfumes, and the flocks and woods And many-tinted streams and setting sun With all his gorgeous company of clouds Ecstatic gazed then homeward as they strayed Cast the sad eye to earth, and inly mused Why there was misery in a world so fair. Ah! far removed from all that glads the sense, From all that softens or ennobles Man, The wretched Many! Bent beneath their loads They gape at pageant Power, nor recognize Their cots' transmuted plunder! From the tree Of Knowledge, ere the vernal sap had risen Rudely disbranched! Blest Society! Fitliest depictured by some sun-scorched waste, Where oft majestic through the tainted noon. The Simoom sails, before whose purple pomp Who falls not prostrate dies! And where by night, Fast by each precious fountain on green herbs The lion couches; or hyæna dips
Deep in the lucid stream his bloody jaws;
Or serpent plants his vast moon-glittering bulk,
Caught in whose monstrous twine Behemoth yells, His bones loud-crashing!
Whom foul oppression's ruffian gluttony
Drives from life's plenteous feast! O thou poor wretch Who nursed in darkness and made wild by want, Roamest for prey, yea thy unnatural hand Dost lift to deeds of blood! O pale-eyed form, The victim of seduction, doomed to know Polluted nights and days of blasphemy; Who in loathed orgies with lewd wassailers Must gaily laugh, while thy remembered home Gnaws like a viper at thy secret heart! O aged women! ye who weekly catch The morsel tossed by law-forced charity, And die so slowly, that none call it murder! O loathly suppliants! ye, that unreceived Totter heart-broken from the closing gates Of the full Lazar-house: or, gazing, stand Sick with despair! O ye to glory's field Forced or ensnared, who, as ye gasp in death,. Bleed with new wounds beneath the vulture's beak! O thou poor widow, who in dreams dost view Thy husband's mangled corse, and from short doze Start'st with a shriek; or in thy half-thatched cot Waked by the wintry night-storm, wet and cold Cow'rst o'er thy screaming baby! Rest awhile Children of wretchedness! More groans must rise, More blood must stream, or ere your wrongs be full. Yet is the day of retribution nigh:
The Lamb of God hath opened the fifth seal: And upward rush on swiftest wing of fire The innumerable multitude of Wrongs By man on man inflicted! Rest awhile, Children of wretchedness! The hour is nigh; And lo! the great, the rich, the mighty Men,
Behemoth, in Hebrew, signifies wild beasts in general. Some believe it is the elephant, some the hippopotamus; some affirm it is the wild bull.
Poetically it desiguates any large quadruped.
The Kings and the chief Captains of the World, With all that fixed on high like stars of Heaven Shot baleful influence, shall be cast to earth, Vile and down-trodden, as the untimely fruit Shook from the ig-tree by a sudden storm. Even now the storm begins :* each gentle name, Faith and meek Piety, with fearful joy Tremble far-off-for lo! the giant Frenzy
Uprooting empires with his whirlwind arm
Mocketh high Heaven; burst hideous from the cell Where the old Hag, unconquerable, huge,
Creation's eyeless drudge, black ruin, sits
Nursing the impatient earthquake.
- Pure Faith! meek Piety! The abhorred Form Whose scarlet robe was stiff with earthly pomp, Who drank iniquity in cups of gold,
Whose names were many and all blasphemous, Hath met the horrible judgment! Whence that cry? The mighty army of foul Spirits shrieked Disherited of earth! For she hath fallen
On whose black front was written Mystery;
She that reeled heavily, whose wine was blood;
She that worked whoredom with the Demon Power, And from the dark embrace all evil things
Brought forth and nurtured: mitred atheism!
And patient Folly who on bended knee
Gives back the steel that stabbed him; and pale Fear Haunted by ghastlier shapings than surround Moon-blasted Madness when he yells at midnight!
Return pure Faith! return meek Piety!
The kingdoms of the world are yours: each heart
Self-governed, the vast family of Love
Raised from the common earth by common toil
Enjoy the equal produce. Such delights As float to earth, permitted visitants! When in some hour of solemn jubilee The massy gates of Paradise are thrown
* Alluding to the French Revolution.
Wide open, and forth come in fragments wild Sweet echoes of unearthly melodies,
And odors snatched from beds of amaranth, And they, that from the crystal river of life Spring up on freshened wing, ambrosial gales! The favored good man in his lonely walk Perceives them, and his silent spirit drinks Strange bliss which he shall recognize in heaven. And such delights, such strange beatitudes Seize on my young anticipating heart When that blest future rushes on my view! For in his own and in his Father's might
The Saviour comes! While as the Thousand Years Lead up their mystic dance, the Desert shouts! Old Ocean claps his hands! The mighty Dead Rise to new life, whoe'er from earliest time With conscious zeal had urged Love's wondrous plan, Coadjutors of God. To Milton's trump
The high groves of the renovated Earth Unbosom their glad echoes; inly hushed, Adoring Newton his serener eye
Raises to heaven: and he of mortal kind Wisest, he first who marked the ideal tribes Up the fine fibres through the sentient brain. Lo! Priestley there, patriot, and saint, and sage, Him, full of years, from his loved native land Statesmen blood-stained and priests idolatrous By dark lies maddening the blind multitude Drove with vain hate. Calm, pitying he retired, And mused expectant on these promised years. O Years! the blest pre-eminence of Saints! Ye sweep athwart my gaze, so heavenly bright, The wings that veil the adoring Seraphs' eyes, What time they bend before the Jasper Thronet Reflect no lovelier hues! Yet ye depart, And all beyond is darkness!
Rev. chap. iv. v. 2 and 3 :—And immediately I was in the Spirit: and behold, a Throne was set in Heaven and one sat on the Throne. that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone, &c.
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