REPENTANCE.

DIVINE Repentance, in thy sacred tear
Alone is wisdom for the erring heart.
That infancy of soul, that stainless hour
When all the chaos of our spirit sleeps
In passionless repose, how oft it woos
Our feelings back to purity and Heaven!
Alas! that in our solitude we soar
To perfect goodness, but in life descend
To dust again !—our aspirations quench'd,
And all that purer moments wisely taught,
Denied, degraded, or forgot!—Thus glide
Our years along, in melancholy dreams
Of what they dare, and what they cannot be !

RATIONAL PURSUIT OF FAME COM

MENDED.

THOU young aspirer! dar'st thou dream of fame,
And hope another Age will read thy name?—
The hidden stirrings of each voiceless pride,
The pangs unutter'd, by the soul supply'd,
The ghastly dimness of dejected hope,

By dreams assail'd with which no pride can cope;
Those nameless thoughts of venom'd fierceness, sent
From the dark heavings of our discontent;

And, dreader, still,—the clouds of daily life
That welter round us in disease or strife,
And the cold atmosphere of worldly sway
Where life is self, and self the life of day,-

In mingled pow'r will oft thy soul appal;
Too well I picture, for I felt them all!

Yet bear thou on!—and when some breathing page Of godlike poet or divinest sage;

When fire-like energies of soul begin

To thrill the passion that is born within,—
Then let thy Spirit in her pow'r arise,

And dare to speak the language of the skies!
Her voice may fail, in deathlike muteness lost,
Her hopes be visions, and those visions cross'd;
But, pure
and noble if thy song began,
And pour'd high meaning in the heart of man,
Not echoeless perchance a note hath been
In some lone heart, or unimagin'd scene.-
How many a breeze that wings a noiseless way,
How many a streamlet unbeheld by day,
How many a sunbeam lights a lonely flow'r,
Yet works unseen in its creative pow'r!-
Then highly soar, whene'er thy spirit feels
The vivid light impassion'd thought reveals;
Unchill'd by scorn, undarken'd by despair,-
So martyrs liv'd, and such the mighty were!

SATAN'S ADDRESS TO THE ALMIGHTY.

THOU dread Avenger! ever-living One!
Lone Arbiter! Eternal, Vast, and True;
The soul and centre of created things

In atoms or in worlds; around whose throne
Eternity is wheel'd; who look'st-and life

Appears; who frown'st-and life hath pass'd away!
Thou God!-I feel Thine everlasting Curse,
Yet wither not; the lightnings of Thy wrath
Burn in my spirit, yet it shall endure
Unblasted, that which cannot be extinct.

Thou sole Transcendency, and deep Abyss
From whence the universe of life was drawn!
Unutter'd is Thy nature; to Thyself

Alone the proved, and comprehended God;
Though once the steep of Thine Almightiness
This haught, unbowing spirit would have climb'd,
And sat beside thee, God with God enthroned,-
And vanquish'd, fell—Thy Might I'll not disclaim.
Immutable! Omnipotence is Thine ;

Perfections, Powers, and Attributes unnamed
Attend Thee; Thou art All, and oh, how great
That consummation! Worlds to listening worlds
Repeat it, angels and archangels veil

Their wings, and shine more glorious at the sound:
Thus, Infinite and fathomless, Thou wert,

And art, and wilt be. In Thine awful blaze
Of majesty, amid empyreal pomp

Of Sanctities, chief Hierarch, I stood

Before Thy throne terrifically bright,

And heard the hymning thunders voice thy name, While bow'd the Heavens, and echoed Deity!

SATAN'S ANALYSIS OF HUMAN PASSIONS.

FIRST in my train of ministers, behold

Assuming Pride, who lifts her lofty eye

To Heaven, as though in scorn of its dread height:
And when she bends it to the earth, surveys
All creatures but to dwarf them in a glance
Of stern comparison. But nobler far,
Appears Ambition, whose o'erwhelming fires
Once fed my own proud nature, till it dared
To launch the thunders of Divinity!--
Of all my tempters, there is no such power,
Such mingling of the demon and the god,
As that which in Ambition dwells.

The soul
Of virtue, by her hallowing spirit touch'd,
May emulate the seraphs, in her love
Divine, through this dark pilgrimage: but rare
On earth, is such sublime ambition found,
Or seldom would she waft a soul to me!
She haunts the lowliness of life; there shapes
Her phantoms wild, or glittering delights.
But oftener she assumes a warrior mien,
To make a hero; stirs him with the sight
Of banners, flouting a defiance, plains,
And battle-hills with throbbing echoes roll'd,—
He rides a charger in victorious dreams,
And wakes a hero!-let him gash the world!

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Next, Avarice and Envy, meaner powers
Of evil, aid me in my dark domain.
The first, a boundless feeling; more or less
A second nature to the human mind,

Whose self-love is the life of thought and deed:
But in some bosoms kindling all its fire,

And rend'ring Man a hideous slave of Self;
Till, dungeon'd in her prison, he unlink
The chains that bind him to his brother Man,-
Seeing no world, but what himself reflects!
Mean wretch! the more he gets, the less he gives;
For ever greedy, as the hunger'd shark

That scents the dead among the waves afar.-
Nature is nought to him; the darken'd soul
Hath dimm'd his eye,-it glitters but for gold,
And that shall season his departing hour :
For what so grateful to the clammy touch
Of dying fingers, as to taste his gold,
While, sighing o'er it with a farewell gaze,
He mourns the nothing of the wealthless tomb!

eye

Why, who art thou, with of dead-like gaze,
And care-worn aspect,—
‚—on thy haggard cheek
The seal of woe, and stamp of agony?

O, there be none in Hell more curs'd than thou,
And Envy is thy name! though often crown'd
For Emulation, by thy martyr'd slave;
But she, proud spirit! walks a nobler sphere.
Whether amid the madness of the storm,
When skies are rack'd assunder, and the sea
Lies rolling in the rapture of her strength,
She longs to be the Lord of Elements,
Sublimely o'er a thousand tempests throned!
Or gaze the starry natures, till her own
Seems panting to be bright and pure as they ;
Or swelling at the sound of monarch names,