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And sinks and rises, fails and swells by fits:

Was the pure stream of feeling
That
sprung

from these sweet notes, And o'er the Spirit's human sympathies With mild and gentle motion calmly flow'd.

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my foe,

With murder, feign to stretch the other out
For brotherhood and peace; and that they now
Babble of love and mercy, whilst their deeds
Are mark'd with all the narrowness and crime
That freedom's young arm dare not yet chastise,
Reason may

claim our gratitude, who now
Establishing the imperishable throne
Of truth, and stubborn virtue, maketh vain
The unprevailing malice of
Whose bootless rage heaps torments for the brave,
Adds impotent eternities to pain,
Whilst keenest disappointment racks his breast
To see the smiles of peace around them play,
To frustrate or to sanctify their doom.
Thus have I stood, -through a wild waste of years
Struggling with whirlwinds of mad agony,
Yet peaceful, and serene, and self-enshrined,
Mocking my powerless tyrant's horrible curse
With stubborn and unalterable will,
Even as a giant oak, which lieaven's fierce flame
Had scathed in the wilderness, to stand
A monument of fadeless ruin there;
Yet peacefully and movelessly it braves
The midnight conflict of the wintry storm,

As in the sun-light's calm it spreads

Its worn and wither'd arms on high To meet the quiet of a summer's noon.

Joy to the Spirit came, -
Such joy as when a lover sees
The chosen of his soul in happiness,

And witnesses her peace
Whose woe to him were bitterer than death,

Sees her unfaded cheek
Glow mantling in first luxury of health,

Thrills with her lovely eyes,
Which like two stars amid the heaving main

Sparkle through liquid bliss.

The Fairy waved her wand:

Ahasuerus fled
Fast as the shapes of mingled shade and mist,
That lurk in the glens of a twilight grove,

Flee from the morning beam:
The matter of which dreams are made
Not more endow'd with actual life
Than this phantasmal portraiture
Of wandering human thought.

Then in her triumph spoke the Fairy Queen:
I will not call the ghost of ages gone
To unfold the frightful secrets of its lore;

The present now is past,
and those events that desolate the earth
Have faded from the memory of Time,
Who dares not give reality to that
Whose being I annul. To me is given
The wonders of the human world to keep,
Space, matter, time, and mind. Futurity
Exposes now its treasure; let the sight
Renew and strengthen all thy failing hope.
O human Spirit! spur thee to the goal
Where virtue fixes universal peace,
And, midst the ebb and flow of human things,
Show somewhat stable, somewhat certain still,
A light-louse o'er the wild of dreary waves.
The habitable earth is full of bliss;
Those wastes of frozen billows that were hurl'd
By everlasting snow-storms round the poles,
Where matter dared not vegetate or live,
But ceaseless frost round the vast solitude
Bound its broad zone of stillness, are uploosed;
And fragrant zeplıyrs there from spicy isles
Ruftle the placid ocean-deep, that rolls
Its broad, bright surges to the sloping sand,
Whose roar is waken'd into echoings sweet
To murmur through the heaven-breathing groves,
And melodize with man's blest nature there.

VIII.

Toe present and the past thou bast beheld :
It was a desolate sight. Now, Spirit, learn

The secrets of the future.-Time!
Unfold the brooding pinion of thy gloom,
Render thou up thy half-devoured babes,
And from the cradles of eternity,
Where millions lie lull'd to their portion'd sleep
By the deep murmuring stream of passing things,
Tear thou that gloomy slıroud.–Spirit, behold

Thy glorious destiny!

Joy to the Spirit came. Through the wide rent in Time's eternal veil, Hope was seen beaming through the mists of fear:

Earth was no longer hell;

Love, freedom, health, had given Their ripeness to the manhood of its prime,

And all its pulses beat Symphonious to the planetary spheres :

Then dulcet music swell'a Concordant with the life-strings of the soul; Ju throbb'd in sweet and languid beatings there, Catching new life froin transitory death,Like the vague sighings of a wind at even, That wakes the wavelets of the slumbering sea And dies on the creation of its breath,

Those deserts of immeasurable sand,
Whose age-collected fervors scarce allow'd
A bird to live, a blade of grass to spring,
Where the shrill chirp of the green lizard's love
Broke on the sultry silentness alone,
Now teem with countless rills and shady woods,
Corn-fields and pastures and white cottages;
And where the startled wilderness beheld
A savage conqueror stain'd in kindred blood,
A tigress sating with the flesh of lambs
The unnatural famine of her toothless cubs,
Whilst shouts and howlings through the desert rang,
Sloping and smooth the daisy-spangled lawn,
Offering sweet incense to the sun-rise, smiles
To see a babe before his mother's door,

Sharing his morning's meal
With the green and golden basilisk

That comes to lick his feet.

Those trackless deeps, where many a weary

sail Has seen above the illimitable plain, Morning on night, and nighs on morning rise, Whilst still no land to greet the wanderer spread Its shadowy mountains on the sun-bright sea, Where the loud roarings of the tempest-waves So long have mingled with the gusty wind In melancholy loneliness, and swept The desert of those ocean solitudes, But vocal to the sea-bird's harrowing shriek, The bellowing monster, and the rushing storm, Now to the sweet and many mingling sounds Of kindliest human impulses respond. Those lonely realms bright garden-isles begem, With lightsome clouds and shining seas between, And fertile valleys, resonant with bliss, Whilst green woods overcanopy the wave, Which like a toil-worn labourer leaps to shore, To meet the kisses of the flowrets there.

His chilld and narrow energies, his heart,
Insensible to courage, truth, or love,
His stunted stature and imbecile frame,
Mark'd him for some abortion of the carth,
Fit compeer of the bears that roam'd around,
Whose habits and enjoyments were his own :
His life a feverislı dream of stagnant woe,
Whose mcagre wants, but scantly fulfilld,
Apprised him ever of the joyless length
Which his short being's wretchedness bad reachd ;
His death a pang which famine, cold and toil,
Long on the mind, whilst yet the vital spark
Clung to the body stubbornly, bad brought:
All was inflicted here that earth's revenge
Could wreak on the infringers of her law;
One curse alone was spared- the name of God.

All things are recreated, and the flame
Of consentaneous love inspires all life :
The fertile bosom of the earth gives suck
To myriads, who still grow beneath her care,
Rewarding her with their pure perfectness :
The balmy breathings of the wind inhale
Her virtues, and diffuse them all abroad :
Health floats amid the gentle atmosphere,
Glows in the fruits, and mantles on the stream:
No storms deform the beaming brow of heaven,
Nor scatter in the freshness of its pride
The foliage of the ever-verdant trees;
But fruits are ever ripe, tlowers ever fair,
And autumn proudly bears her matron grace,
Kindling a flush on the fair cheek of spring,
Whose virgin bloom beneath the ruddy fruit
Reflects its tint and blushes into love.

Nor where the tropics bound the realms of day
With a broad belt of mingling cloud and flame,
Where blue mists through the unmoving atmosphere
Scatter'd the seeds of pestilence, and fed
Unnatural vegetation, where the land
Teem'd with all earthquake, tempest and disease,
Was man a nobler being; slavery
Had crush'd him to his country's blood-stain'd dust;
Or he was barter'd for the fame of power,
Which, all internal impulses destroying,
Makes human will an article of trade;
Or he was changed with Christians for their gold,
And dragg'd to distant isles, where to the sound
Of the flesh-mangling scourge, he does the work
Of all-polluting luxury and wealth,
Which doubly visits on the tyrants' heads
The long-protracted fulness of their woe;
Or he was led to legal butchery,
To turn to worms beneath that burning sun,
Wliere kings first leagued against the rights of men,
And priests first traded with the name of God.

The lion pow forgets to thirst for blood :
There might you see him sporting in the sun
Beside the dreadless kid; his claws are sheathed,
His teeth are harmless, custom's force has made
His nature as the nature of a lamb.
Like passion's fruil, the nightshade's tempting bane
Poisons no more the pleasure it bestows :
All bitterness is

cup Unmingled mantles to the goblet's brim, And courts the thirsty lips it fled before.

Even where the milder zone afforded man
A seeming shelter, yet contagion there,
Blighting his being with unnumber'd ills,
Spread like a quenchless fire; nor truth till late
Avail'd to arrest its progress, or create
That peace which first in bloodless victory waved
Her snowy standard o'er this favour'd clime :
There man was long the train-bearer of slaves,
The mimic of surrounding inisery,
The jackal of ambition's lion-rage,
The bloodhound of religion's hungry zeal.

past; the

of joy

But chief, ambiguous man, he that can know
More misery, and dream more joy than all;
Whose keen sensations thrill within his breast
To mingle with a loftier instinct there,
Lending their power to pleasure and to pain,
Yet raising, sharpening, and refining each;
Who stands amid the ever-varying world,
The burthen or the glory of the earth;
He chief perceives the change, his being notes
The gradual renovation, and defines
Each movement of its progress on his mind.

Here now the human being stands adorning
This loveliest earth with taintless body and mind;
Blest from his birth with all bland impulses,
Which gently in bis noble bosom wake
All kindly passions and all

pure

desires. Him, still from hope to hope the bliss pursuing, Which from the exhaustless lore of human weal Draws on the virtuous mind, the thoughts that rise In time-destroying infiniteness, gift With self-enshrined eternity, (16) that mocks The unprevailing hoariness of age, And man, once fleeting o'er the transient scene Swift as an unremember'd vision, stands Immortal

earth : : no longer now He slays the lamb that looks him in the face, (17)

upon

Man, where the gloom of the long polar night
Lowers o'er the snow-clad rocks and frozen soil,
Where scarce the hardiest herb that braves the frost
Basks in the moonlight's ineffectual glow,
Shrank with the plants, and darkend with the night;

The sacred sympathies of soul and sense, That mock'd his fury and prepared his fall.

And horribly devours his mangled flesh,
Which, still avenging nature's broken law,
Kindled all putrid humours in his frame,
All evil passions, and all vain belief,
Hatred, despair, and loathing in his mind,
The germs of misery, death, disease, and crime.
No longer now the winged habitants,
That in the woods their sweet lives sing away,
Flee from the form of man; but gather round,
And prune their sunny feathers on the hands
Which little children stretch in friendly sport
Towards these dreadless partners of their play.
All things are void of terror: man has lost
His terrible prerogative, and stands
An equal amidst equals : happiness
And science dawn, though late, upon the earth;
Peace cheers the mind, health renovates the frame;
Disease and pleasure cease to mingle here,
Reason and passion cease to combat there;
Whilst each unfetter'd o'er the earth extend
Their all-subduing energies, and wield
The sceptre of a vast dominion there;
Whilst every shape and mode of matter lends
Its force to the omnipotence of mind,
Which from its dark mine drags the gem of truth
To decorate its paradise of peace.

Yet slow and gradual dawn'd the morn of love; Long lay the clouds and darkness o'er the scene, Till from its native heaven they rolld away: First, crime triumphant o'er all hope career'd Unblushing, undisguising, bold and strong; Whilst falsehood, trick'd in virtue's attributes, Long sanctified all deeds of vice and woe, Till done by her own venomous sting to death, She left the moral world without a law, No longer fettering passion's fearless wing, Nor searing reason with the brand of God. Then steadily the happy ferment work'd; Reason was free; and wild thouglı passion went Through tangled glens and wood-embosom'd meads, Gathering a garland of the strangest flowers, Yet like the bee returning to her queen, She bound the sweetest on her sister's brow, Who meek and sober kiss'd the sportive child, No longer trembling at the broken rod.

IX.

O HAPPY Earth! reality of Fleaven!
To which those restless souls that ceaselessly
Throng through the human universe, aspire;
Thou consummation of all mortal hope!
Thou glorious prize of blindly-working will!
Whose rays, diffused throughout all space and time,
Verge to one point and blend for ever there:
Of purest spirits thou pure dwelling-place!
Where care and sorrow, impotence and crime,
Languor, disease, and ignorance dare not come:
O happy Earth, reality of Heaven!

Mild was the slow necessity of death:
The tranquil Spirit faila beneath its grasp,
Without a groan, almost without a fear,
Calm as a voyager to some distant land,
And full of wonder, full of hope as he.
The deadly germs of languor and disease
Died in the human frame, and purity
Blest with all gifts her earthly worshippers.
How vigorous then the athletic form of age!
How clear its open and unwrinkled brow!
Where neither avarice, cunning, pride, or care,
Had stamp'd the seal of grey deformity
On all the mingling lineaments of time.
How lovely the intrepid front of youth!
Which meck-eyed courage deck'd with freshest grace;
Courage of soul, that dreaded not a name,
And elevated will, that journey'd on
Through life's phantasmal scene in fearlessness,
With virtue, love, and pleasure, hand in hand.

Genius has seen thee in her passionate dreams,
And dim forebodings of thy loveliness
Haunting the human heart, have there entwined
Those rooted hopes of some sweet place of bliss,
Where friends and lovers meet to part no more.
Thou art the end of all desire and will,
The product of all action ; and the souls
That by the paths of an aspiring change
Have reach'd thy haven of perpetual peace,
There rest from the eternity of toil
That framed the fabric of thy perfectness.

Then, that sweet bondage which is freedom's self,
And rivets with sensation's softest
The kindred sympathies of human souls,
Needed no fetters of tyrannic law:
Those delicate and timid impulses
In nature's primal modesty arose,
And with undoubting confidence disclosed
The growing longings of its dawning love,
Uncheck'd by dull and selfish chastity,
That virtue of the cheaply virtuous,
Who pride themselves in senselessness and frost.
No longer prostitution's venom'd bane
Poison'd the springs of happiness and life;
Woman and man, in confidence and love,
Equal and free and pure, together trod
The mountain-paths of virtue, which no more
Were stain'd with blood from many a pilgrim's feet.

Even Time, the conqueror, fled thee in his fear;
That hoary giant, who, in lonely pride,
So long had ruled the world, that nations fell
Beneath his silent footstep. Pyramids,
That for milleniums had withstood the tide
Of human things, his storm-breath drove in sand
Across that desert where their stones survived
The name of him whose pride had heap'd them there.
Yon monarch, in his solitary pomp,
Was but the mushroom of a summer day,
That his light-wing’d footstep press’d to dust :
Time was the king of earth : all things gave way
Before him, but the fix'd and virtuous will,

Then, where, through distant ages, long in pride
The palace of the monarch-slave had mock'd
Famine's faint groan, and penury's silent tear,
A heap of crumbling ruins stood, and threw
Year after year their stones upon the field,

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Wakening a lonely echo; and the leaves
Of the old thorn, that on the topmost tower
Usurp'd the royal ensign's grandeur, shook
In the stern storm that sway'd the topmost lower,
And whisper'd strange tales in the wbirlwind's car.

Low through the lone cathedral's roofless aisles
The melancholy winds a death-dirge sung:
It were a sight of awfulness to see
The works of faith and slavery, so vast,
So sumptuous, yet so perishing withal !
Even as the corpse that rests beneath its wall.
A thousand mourners deck the pomp of death
To-day, the breathing marble glows above
To decorate its memory, and tongues
Are busy of its life: to-morrow, worms
In silence and in darkness seize their prey.

Of all events is aggregated there
That variegate the eternal universe;
Death is a gate of dreariness and gloom,
That leads to azure isles and beaming skies,
And happy regions of eternal hope.
Therefore, 0 Spirit! fearlessly bear on:
Though storms may break the primrose on its stalk,
Though frosts may blighit the freshness of its bloom,
Yet spring's awakening breath will woo the earth,
To feed with kindliest dews its favourite flower.
That blooms in mossy banks and darksome glens,
Lighting the greenwood with its sunny

smile.

Within the massy prison's mouldering courts,
Fearless and free the ruddy children play'd,
Weaving gay chaplets for their innocent brows
With the green ivy and the red wall-flower,
That mock the dungeon's unavailing gloom;
The ponderous chains, and gratings of strong iron,
There rusted amid heaps of broken stone,
That mingled slowly with their native earth:
There the broad beam of day, which feebly once
Lighted the cheek of lean captivity
With a pale and sickly glare, then freely shone
On the pure smiles of infant playfulness :
No more the shuddering voice of hoarse despair
Peal'd through the echoing vaults, but soothing notes
Of ivy-finger'd winds and gladsome birds
And merriment were resonant around.

Fear not then, Spirit! deatli's disrobing hand,
So welcome when the tyrant is awake,
So welcome when the bigot's hell-torch burns;
'T is but the voyage of a darksome bour,
The transient gulf-dream of a startling sleep.
Death is no foe to virtue: earth has seen
Love's brightest roses on the scaffold bloom,
Mingling with freedom's fadeless laurels there,
And presaging the truth of vision'd bliss.
Are there not hopes within thee, which this scenc
Of link'd and gradual being has confirm'd?
Whose stingings bade thy heart look further still,
When to the moonlight walk, by Henry led,
Sweetly and sadly thou didst talk of death?
And wilt thou rudely tear them from thy breast,
Listening supinely to a bigot's creed,
Or tamely crouching to the tyrant's rod,
Whose iron thongs are red with human gore?
Never: but bravely bearing on, thy will
Is destined an eternal war to wage
With tyranny and falschood, and uproot
The germs of misery from the human heart.
Thine is the hand whose piety would soothe
The thorny pillow of unhappy crime,
Whose impotence an easy pardon gains,
Watching its wanderings as a friend's disease:
Thinc is the brow whose mildness would defy
Its fiercest rage, and brave its sternest will,
When fenced by power and master of the world.
Thou art sincere and good; of resolute mind,
Free from heart-withering custom's cold control,
Of passion lofty, pure and unsubdued.
Earth's pride and meanness could not vanquish thee,
And therefore art thou worthy of the boon
Which thou hast now received: virtue shall kcep
Thy footsteps in the path that thou hast trod,
And many days of beaming hope sball bless
Thy spotless life of sweet and sacred love.
Go, happy one! and give that bosom joy

Whose sleepless spirit waits to catch
Light, life and rapture from thy smile.

These ruins soon left not a wreck behind :
Their elements, wide scatter'd o'er the globe,
To happier shapes were moulded, and became
Ministrant to all blissful impulses :
Thus human things were perfected, and earth,
Even as a child beneath its mother's love,
Was strengthen'd in all excellence, and crew
Fairer and nobler with each passing year.

Now Time his dusky pennons o'er the scene
Closes in stedfast darkness, and the past
Fades from our charmed sight. My task is done:
Thy lore is learned. Earth's wonders are thine own,
With all the fear and all the hope they bring.
My spells are past: the present now recurs.
Ah me! a pathless wilderness remains
Yet unsubdued by man's reclaiining band.

Yet, human Spirit! bravely hold thy course,
Let virtue teach thee firmly to pursue
The gradual paths of an aspiring change:
For birth and life and death, and that strange state
Before the naked soul has found its home,
All tend to perfect happiness, and urge
The restless wheels of being on their way,
Whose flashing spokes, instinct with infinite life,
Bicker and burn to gain their destined goal:
For birth but wakes the spirit to the sense
Of outward shows, whose unexperienced shape
New modes of passion to its frame may lend;
Life is its state of action, and the store

The fairy waves her wand of charm. Speechless with bliss the Spirit mounts the car,

That rolld beside the battlement, Bending her beamy eyes in thankfulness.

Again the enchanted steeds were yoked,

Again the burning wheels inflame
The steep descent of heaven's untrodden way.

Fast and far the chariot New:
The vast and fiery globes that rollid

Around the Fairy's palace-gate
Lessen'd by slow degrees, and soon appear'd

The equal

Such tiny twinklers as the planet orbs

velocity of light, Sirius is supposed to be at least That there attendant on the solar power

54,224,000,000,000 miles from the earth. That which With borrow'd light pursued their narrower way. appears only like a thin and silvery cloud streak

ing the heaven, is in effect composed of innumerable Earth floated then below:

clusters of suns, each shining with its own light, and The chariot paused a moment there ;

illuminating numbers of planets that revolve around The Spirit then descended :

them. Millions and millions of suns are ranged around The restless coursers paw'd the ungenial soil,

us, all attended by innumerable worlds, yet calm, reguSnuffd the gross air, and then, their errand done,

lar, and harmonious, all keeping the paths of immutable Unfurl'd their pinions to the winds of heaven.

necessity.

Note 3, page 112, col, 1. The Body and the Soul united then.

These are the hired bravoes who defend A gentle start convulsed lantbe's frame :

The tyrant's throne. Her veiny eyelids quictly unclosed;

To employ murder as a means of justice, is an idea Moveless awhile the dark blue orbs remain'd:

which a man of an enlightened mind will not dwell She look'd around in wonder, and beheld

upon with pleasure. To march forth in rank and file, Henry, who kneeld in silence by her couch,

and all the pomp of streamers and trumpets, for the Watching her sleep with looks of speechless love, purpose of shooting at our fellow-men as a mark; lo And the bright beaming stars

inflict upon them all the variety of wound and anguish; That through the casement shone.

to leave them weltering in their blood; to wander over the field of desolation, and count the number of the

dying and the dead,-are employments which in thesis NOTES.

we may maintain to be necessary, but which no good man will contemplate with gratulation and delight. A

battle, we suppose, is won :—thus truth is established, Note 1, page 106, col. 1.

thus the cause of justice is confirmed! It surely reThe sun's unclouded orb

quires no common sagacity to discern the connection Roll'd through the black concave.

between this immense heap of calamities and the asserBeyond our atmosphere the sun would appear a rayless

tion of truth or the maintenance of justice. orb of fire in the midst of a black concave.

Kings, and ministers of state, the real authors of the diffusion of its light on earth is owing to the refraction calamity, sit unmolested in their cabinet, while those of the rays by the atmosphere, and their reflection from against whom the fury of the storm is directed are, for other bodies. Light consists either of vibrations pro

the most part, persons who have been trepanned into pagated through a subtle medium, or of numerous mi- the service, or who are dragged unwillingly from their

A soldier is a nute particles repelled in all directions from the lumi- peaceful homes into the field of battle. nous body. Its velocity greatly exceeds that of any

man whose business it is to kill those who never ofsubstance with which we are acquainted : observations fended him, and who are the innocent martyrs of other on the eclipses of Jupiter's satellites have demonstrated men's iniquities. Whatever may become of the abthat light takes

up no more than 8' 7" in passing from stract question of the justifiableness of war, it seems the sun to the earth, a distance of 95,000,000 miles.- impossible that the soldier should not be a depraved Some idea may be gained of the immense distance of and unnatural being. the fixed stars, when it is computed that many years

To these more serious and momentous considerations would clapse before light could reach this earth from it may be proper to add, a recollection of the ridicuthe nearest of them; yet in one year light travels lousness of the military character. Its first constituent 5,422,400,000,000 miles, which is a distance 5,707,600 is obedience : a soldier is, of all descriptions of men, times greater than that of the sun from the earth.

the most completely a machine; yet his profession

inevitably teaches him something of dogmatism, swagNote 2, page 106, col. 2.

gering, and self-consequence: he is like the puppet of Whilst round the chariot's way

a showman, who, at the very time he is made to strut Ionumerable systems rollid.

and swell and display the most farcical airs, we perThe plurality of worlds,-the indefinite immensity of fectly know cannot assume the most insignificant esthe universe, is a most awful subject of contemplation. (ure, advance either to the right or the left, but as he is He who rightly feels its mystery and grandeur, is in no moved by his exhibitor.-Godwin's Enquirer, Essay v. danger of seduction from the falsehoods of religious sys- I will here subjoin a little poem, so strongly exprestems, or of deifying the principle of the universe. It is sive of my abhorrence of despotism and falsehood, that impossible to believe that the Spirit that pervades this I fear lest it never again may be depictured so viintinite machine, begat a son upon the body of a Jewish vidly. This opportunity is perhaps the only one that woman; or is angered at the consequences of that ne

ever will occur of rescuing it from oblivion. cessity, which is a synonyme of itself. All that miserable tale of the Devil, and Eve, and an Intercessor,

FALSEHOOD AND VICE; with the childish mummeries of the God of the Jews, is

A DIALOGUE. irreconcileable with the knowledge of the stars. The

Whilst monarcbs laugh'd upon their thrones works of his fingers have borne witness against him.

To bear a famish'd nation's groans, The nearest of the fixed stars is inconceivably distant

And hucu'd the wealth wrung from the woe from the earth, and they are probably proportionably

That makes its eyes and veins o'erflow,distant from each other. By a calculation of the

See Nicholson's Encyclopedin, art. Ligat.

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