TO A FRIEND IN ANSWER TO A MELANCHOLY LETTER.
AWAY, those cloudy looks, that labouring sigh, The peevish offspring of a sickly hour! Nor meanly thus complain of Fortune's power, When the blind gamester throws a luckless die.
Yon setting sun flashes a mournful gleam Behind those broken clouds, his stormy train: To-morrow shall the many-coloured main In brightness roll beneath his orient beam!
Wild, as the autumnal gust, the hand of Time Flies o'er his mystic lyre: in shadowy dance The alternate groups of Joy and Grief advance Responsive to his varying strains sublime!
Bears on its wing each hour a load of Fate; The swain, who, lulled by Seine's mild murmurs, led His weary oxen to their nightly shed,
To-day may rule a tempest-troubled State.
Nor shall not Fortune with a vengeful smile Survey the sanguinary despot's might, And haply hurl the pageant from his height Unwept to wander in some savage isle.
There shiv'ring sad beneath the tempest's frown Round his tired limbs to wrap the purple vest; And mixed with nails and beads, an equal jest! Barter for food the jewels of his crown.
A DESULTORY POEM, WRITTEN ON THE CHRISTMAS EVE OF 1794.
THIS is the time, when most divine to hear,
The voice of adoration rouses me,
As with a Cherub's trump: and high upborne, Yea, mingling with the choir, I seem to view The vision of the heavenly multitude,
Who hymned the song of peace o'er Bethlehem's fields! Yet thou more bright than all the angel blaze,
That harbingered thy birth, Thou, Man of Woes! Despised Galilean! For the great
Invisible (by symbols only seen)
With a peculiar and surpassing light
Shines from the visage of the oppressed good man, When heedless of himself the scourged Saint Mourns for the oppressor. Fair the vernal mead, Fair the high grove, the sea, the sun, the stars; True impress each of their creating Sire! Yet nor high grove, nor many-coloured mead, Nor the green Ocean with his thousand isles, Nor the starred azure, nor the sovran Sun, E'er with such majesty of portraiture Imaged the supreme beauty uncreate, As thou, meek Saviour! at the fearful hour When thy insulted anguish winged the prayer Harped by Archangels, when they sing of mercy!
Which when the Almighty heard from forth his throne Diviner light filled Heaven with ecstasy!
Heaven's hymnings paused: and Hell her yawning mouth Closed a brief moment.
Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power He on the thought-benighted Sceptic beamed Manifest Godhead, melting into day
What floating mists of dark idolatry
Broke and misshaped the omnipresent Sire: And first by Fear uncharmed the drowsed Soul. Till of its nobler nature it 'gan feel
Dim recollections; and thence soared to Hope, Strong to believe whate'er of mystic good The Eternal dooms for his immortal sons. From Hope and firmer Faith to perfect Love Attracted and absorbed and centred there God only to behold, and know, and feel, Till by exclusive consciousness of God All self-annihilated it shall make God its identity: God all in all !
We and our Father one!
Who in this fleshly World, the elect of Heaven, Their strong eye darting through the deeds of men, Adore with steadfast unpresuming gaze
Him Nature's essence, mind, and energy! And gazing, trembling, patiently ascend Treading beneath their feet all visible things As steps, that upward to their Father's throne Lead gradual-else nor glorified nor loved. They nor contempt embosom nor revenge: For they dare know of what may seem deform The Supreme Fair sole operant: in whose sight All things are pure, his strong controlling Love Alike from all educing perfect good.
Theirs too celestial courage, inly armed
Dwarfing Earth's giant brood, what time they muse On their great Father, great beyond compare! And marching onwards view high o'er their heads His waving banners of Omnipotence.
Who the Creator love, created might Dread not within their tents no terrors walk.
For they are holy things before the Lord
Aye unprofaned, though Earth should league with Hell; God's altar grasping with an eager hand,
Fear, the wild-visaged, pale, eye-starting wretch, Sure-refuged hears his hot pursuing fiends
Yell at vain distance. Soon refreshed from Heaven He calms the throb and tempest of his heart. His countenance settles; a soft solemn bliss Swims in his eye-his swimming eye upraised: And Faith's whole armour glitters on his limbs ! And thus transfigured with a dreadless awe, A solemn hush of soul, meek he beholds All things of terrible seeming: yea, unmoved Views e'en the inmitigable ministers
That shower down vengeance on these latter days. For kindling with intenser Deity
From the celestial Mercy-seat they come,
And at the renovating wells of Love Have filled their vials with salutary wrath,
To sickly Nature more medicinal
Than what soft balm the weeping good man pours Into the lone despoiled traveller's wounds!
Thus from the Elect, regenerate through faith, Pass the dark Passions and what thirsty Cares
Drink up the Spirit, and the dim regards Self-centre. Lo they vanish! or acquire New names, new features-by supernal grace Enrobed with Light, and naturalised in Heaven. As when a shepherd on a vernal morn
Through some thick fog creeps timorous with slow foot, Darkling he fixes on the immediate road
His downward eye: all else of fairest kind Hid or deformed. But lo! the bursting Sun! Touched by the enchantment of that sudden beam Straight the black vapour melteth, and in globes Of dewy glitter gems each plant and tree; On every leaf, on every blade it hangs! Dance glad the new-born intermingling rays, And wide around the landscape streams with glory!
There is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind, Omnific. His most holy name is Love.
Truth of subliming import! with the which Who feeds and saturates his constant soul, He from his small particular orbit flies, With blest outstarting! From Himself he flies, Stands in the sun, and with no partial gaze Views all creation; and he loves it all, And blesses it, and calls it very good! This is indeed to dwell with the most High! Cherubs and rapture-trembling Seraphim Can press no nearer to the Almighty's Throne. But that we roam unconscious, or with hearts Unfeeling of our universal Sire,
And that in his vast family no Cain
Injures uninjured (in her best-aimed blow Victorious murder a blind suicide)
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