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Not thus, our infidels th' eternal draw,
Ye brainless wits! ye baptiz'd infidels !
240 Its value vaft, ungrafy'd by minds create, For ever hides, and glows, in the Supreme.
And was the ranfom paid? it was: and paid (What can exalt the bounty more ?) for
you. The fun beheld it no, the shocking scene 245 Drove back his chariot: midnight veil'd his face; Not such as this; not such as nature makes; A midnight nature shudder'd to behold; A midnight new! a dread eclipse (without Opposing spheres) from her Creator's frown!
250 Sun! didst thou fly thy Maker's pain? Or start At that enormous load of human guilt, Which bow'd his blessed head ; o'erwhelm'd his cross; Made groan the centre ; burit earth's marble womb,
With pangs, ftrange pangs ! deliver'd of her dead? 255 Hell howl'd ; and heaven that hour let fall a tear; Heaven wept that men might smile! heaven bled, that man Might never die !
And is devotion virtue ? 'Tis compell’d. What heart of stone but glows at thoughts like thefe ? 260 Such contemplations mount us; and should mount The mind still higher ; nor ever glance on man, Unraptur', uninflam'd. - Where roll my thoughts To rest from wonders ? other wonders rise ; And strike where'er they roll : my soul is caught : 265 Heaven's sovereign blessings, clustering from the crofs, Rush on her, in a throng, and close her round, The prisoner of amaze -in his blest life I see the path, and in his death the price, And in his great afcent the proof supreme
270 Of immortality.--And did he rise? Hear, O ye nations ! hear it, O dead ! He rose ! he rose ! he burst the bars of death. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates ! And give the king of glory to come in.
275 Who is the king of glory? he who left His throne of glory, for the pang of death! Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates ! And give the king of glory to come in. Who is the king of glory? he who flew
280 The ravenous foe, that gorg'd all human race ! The king of glory, he, whose glory fillid Heaven with amazement at his love to man;
And with divine complacency beheld.
The theme, the joy, how then thall man sustain ?
E’er since, 'tis blasphemous To call man mortal. Man's mortality
Where am I rapt by this triumphant theme,
305 Where, then, my boast of immortality ? I boast it still, though cover'd o'er with guilt ; For guilt, not innocence, his life he pour'd, 'Tis guilt alone can justify his death ; Nor that, unless his death can justify
3-10 Relenting guilt in heaven's indulgent fight. If, fick of folly, I relent ; he writes. My name in heaven, .with that inverted spear
(A spear deep-dipt in blood!) which pierc'd his fide, And open’d there a font for all mankind,
315 Who strive, who combat crimes, to drink, and live : This, only this, subdues the fear of death.
And what is this?-Survey the wondrous cure : And at each step, let higher wonder rise ! " Pardon for infinite offence ! and pardon: 320
Through means that speak its valae infinite !, “ A pardon bought with blood! with blood divine ! “ With blood divine of him, I made
foe! " Perfifted to provoke ! though woo'd, and aw'd, " Bleft, and chastis’d, a flagrant rebel still !
325 “ A rebel,, 'midft the thunders of his throne ! « Nor I alone! a rebel universe !
My species up in arms !. not one exempt !.
Moft joy'd, for the redeemd from deepest guilt! 330 “ As if our race were held of highest rank ;. « And Godhead dearer, as more kind to man !”
Bound, every heart ! and every bosom, burn! O what a scale of miracles is here !. Its loweft round, high planted on the skies ; 335 Its towering summit loft beyond the thought Of man or angel ! O that I could climb The wonderful ascent, with equal praise ! Praise ! flow for ever (if astonishment Will give thee leave): my praise ! for ever flow; 340 Praise ardent, cordial, constant, to high heaven More fragrant, than Arabia facrific'd, And all her spicy mountains in a flame.
So dear, fo due to heaven, fhall praise descend, With her soft plume (from plaufive angels wing 345 First pluck'd my man) to tickle mortal ears, Thus diving in the pockets of the great ? Is praise the perquisite of every paw, Though black as hell, that grapples well for gold? Oh love of gold ! thou meanest of amours !
350 Shall praise her odours waste on virtue's dead, Embalm the base, perfume the stench of guilt, Earn dirty bread by washing Æthiops fair, Removing filth, or finking it from fight, A scavenger in scenes, where vacant posts 335 Like gibbets yet untenanted, expect Their future ornaments ? From courts and thrones, Return, apoftate praise ! thou vagabond ! Thou prostitute ! to thy first love return, Thy first, thy greatest, once unrival'd theme. 360
There flow redundant ; like Meander flow, Back to thy fountain ; to that Parent Power, Who gives the tongue to found, the thought to foar, The soul to be. Men homage pay to men, Thoughtless beneath whose dreadful eye they bow 365 In mutual awe profound of clay to clay, Of guilt to guilt ; and turn their back on thee, Great Sire! whom thrones celestial ceaseless fing: To prostrate angels, an amazing scene ! O the presumption of man's awe for man! 370 Man's Author! End ! Restorer ! Law! and Judge! Thine, all; day thine, and thine this gloom of night, With all her wealth, with all her radiant worlds :