Vengeance for ever sheathes the afflicting sword; THE WORLD BEFORE THE FLOOD. INTRODUCTORY NOTE. O place having been found in Asia to correspond exactly with the Mosaic description of the site of Paradise, the Author of the following Poem has disregarded both the learned and the absurd hypotheses on the subject, and at once imagining an inaccessible tract of land, at the confluence of four rivers, which after their junction take the name of the largest, and become the Euphrates of the ancient world, he has placed "the happy garden" there. Milton's noble fiction of the Mount of Paradise being removed by the Deluge, and pushed "Down the great river to the opening gulf," and there converted into a barren isle, implies such a change in the water-courses as will, poetically at least, account for the difference between the scene of this story and the present face of the country, at the point where the Tigris and Euphrates meet. On the eastern side of these waters the author supposes the descendants of the younger children of Adam to dwell, possessing the land of Eden: the rest of the world having been gradually colonized by emigrants from these, or peopled by the posterity of Cain. In process of time, after the Sons of God had formed connections with the daughters of men, and there were giants in the earth, the latter assumed to be lords and rulers over mankind, till among themselves arose one, excelling all his brethren in knowledge and power, who became their king, and by their aid, in the course of a long life, subdued all the inhabited earth, except the land of Eden. This land, at the head of a mighty army, principally composed of the descendants of Cain, he has invaded and conquered, even to the banks of the Euphrates, at the opening of the action of the poem. It is only necessary to add, that for the sake of distinction, the invaders are frequently denominated from Cain, as "the host of Cain," "the force of Cain," ," "the camp of Cain," and the remnant of the defenders of Eden are, in like manner, denominated from Eden. The Jews have an ancient tradition that some of the giants, at the Deluge, fled to the top of a high mountain, and escaped the ruin that involved the rest of their kindred. In the tenth Canto of the following poem a hint is borrowed from this tradition, but it is made to yield to the superior authority of Scripture testimony. TO THE SPIRIT OF A DEPARTED FRIEND.* MANY, my friend, have mourned for thee, And yet shall many mourn, In sweet remembrance borne, By those who loved thee here, and love For while thine absence they deplore, And o'er the tomb they lift their eye,— In silent anguish, O my friend! In loftier mood, I fain would raise Proud wish, and vain!—I cannot give The word that makes the dead to live. David Parker, Esq., of Lincoln's Inn, who had taken much interest in the poem while it was in progress, but who died before it was completed. Thou art not dead,-thou couldst not die; Where glory is but dying flame, And immortality a name. Yet didst thou prize the poet's art; How pure, how fervent from the heart, In praise or blame alike sincere, When first this dream in ancient times And forth in rude spontaneous rhymes That hand with awe resumed the lyre, Alone, in sickness, care, and woe, With heartless patience, faint and low, Afraid to trust the bold design To less indulgent ears than thine. 'Tis done ;-nor would I dread to meet The world's repulsive brow, Had I presented at thy feet The muse's trophy now, And gained the smile I longed to gain, The pledge of labour not in vain. Full well I know, if thou wert here, A pilgrim still with me, Dear as my theme was once, and dear Too mean to yield thee pure delight, Yet, could they reach thee where thou art, Thou surely wouldst approve, Though heavenly thoughts are all thy joy, My task is o'er; and I have wrought, To raise the scattered seed of thought Oh for soft winds and clement showers! Those flowers I trained, of many a hue, And little thought that I must strew Thou art not dead,-thou couldst not die. Farewell, but not a long farewell; In heaven may I appear, The trials of my faith to tell In thy transported ear, And sing with thee the eternal strain— January 23, 1813. |