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Themselves, when some alarming shock of fate In act no trifle, and no blank in time. Strikes thro' their wounded hearts the sudden This greatens, fills, immortalizes ald: diead;
This, the blest art of turning all to gold; But their hearts founded, like the wounded air, This, the good heart's prerogative to raise Soon close;" here país d the shaft, no trace is found: A royal tributo, from the pooreit hours. els, from the wing no icar the tky retains; Immense revenue! every moment pays. The parted wave no furrow from the kech; If nothing more than purpose in thy power, So dies in human hcarts the thought of death : Thy purpose firm, is equal to the dood: Ev'n with the tender tear which nature sheds Who does the bett his circumliance allows, Oer those we love, we drop it in their grave. Does well, acts nobly ; angels could no more. Can I forget Philander: that were strange; Our outward act, indeed, admits restraint; O my full heart! but thould I give it vent, 'Tis not in things o'er thought to domincer; The longest night, tho' longer far, would fail, Guard well thy thoughts; our thoughts are heard And the lark listen to my midnight fong.
On all-important time, thro' every age, $189. NIGHT 11. Avarice of Time recommended. Tho' much, and warm, the wise havc urg'd; the H Н TE mourns the dead, who lives as they desire. Is yet unborn, who duly weighs an hour. (mar
Where is that thrift, that avarice of Time, “I've lost a day"--the prince who nobly cry'd, (Bleft av 'rice !) which the thought of death in- Had been an emperor without his crown; Spires.
He spoke, as if deputed by mankind. O time! than gold more facred ; more a load So should all speak : fo rcafon speaks in all : Than lead, to fools; and fools reputed wile. From the soft whispers of that God in man, What moment granted man without account? Why fly to folly, why to phrensy fly, What ycars are quander'd, wisdom's debt unpaid ? For rescue from the blefling we poffels ? Hafte, haste, he lies in wait, hc's at the door, Time, the supreme !-Time is eternity; Insidious death, should his strong hand arrest, Pregnant with all eternity can give, No composition sets the prisoner free. Pregnant with all that makes arch-angels smile. Eternity's inexorable chain
Who murders time, he crushes in the birth Fast binds; and vengeance claims the full arrear. A pow'r ethercal, only not ador’d.
How late I shudder'd on the brink ! how late
$ 190. Inconfiftency of Man.
Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man Part with it as with money, fparing ; pay
Like children babbling nonsense in their sports,
We censure nature for a span too fhort ;
Torture invention, all expedients tire,
To lafa the ling'ring moments into speed;
And whirl us (happy riddance) from ourselves.
Art, brainless art! our furious charioteer,
Drives headlong towards the precipice of death ;
Death, mott our dread; death thus more dreadful Man's grcat demand : to trifle is to live:
O what a riddle of absurdity! And is it then a trifle, too, to die?
Lcisure is pain ; take off our chariot-wheels : Wło wants amusement in the Aame of battle ? Is it not trcafon to the soul immortal,
How heavily we drag the load of life!
Blest leisure is our curse, like that of Cain
It makes us wander; wander earth around
To fly that tyrant, Thought. As Atlas groan'd Their lütire lose, and leffen in our light?
The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour. (As lands, and cities with their glitt'ring (pires
We cry for mercy to the next amusement: To the poor shatter'd bark, by sudden storm
Yet when Death kindly tenders us relief,
We call him cruel ; years to moments thrink. Thrown oif to lea, and soon to perish there) Will toys amuse?-no: thrones will then be toys, And seems to creep, decrepit with his age ;
Time, in advance, behind him hides his wings, And carth and skies seem duit upon the scale. Redeem we time!--its loss we dearly buy:
Behold him, when past by; what then is seen What pleads Lorenzo for his high-priz'd sports: And all mankind, in contradi&tion strong,
But his broad pinions (wifter than the winds He pleads time's numerous blanks; lie loudly Rucful, aghaft! cry out at his career. The straw.like trifles on life's common stream. From whom those blanks and trifles, but from thee?
§ 191. Wafie of Time. No blank, no trifle, nature made or meant. LEAVE to thy foes these errors, and these ills: Virtue, or purpos'd virtue, still be thine:
To nature just, their cause and cure explore. 'This cancels thy complaint at once; this leaves No niggard, naturc; mçn are prodigals.
We throw away our suns, as made for sport; New-wing thy short, short day's too rapid fight?
§ 192. False Delicacy.
Ye lilies male! who neither toil, nor spin; To wils muit adverse; action all their joy.
Ye delicate! who nothing can support, Ilere, then, the ridule, mark'd above, unfolds ; Yourselves most insupportable! for whom Then tiine turns torineat, when man turns a fool. The winter role must blow, and filky loft We rave, we wrestle with great nature's plan ;
Favonius breathe full softer, or be chid; We :hwart the deity; and 'tis decreed,
And other worlds fend odours, sauce, and song, Wbo thwart his will, shall contradict their own. And robes, and notions, fram'd in foreign looms! Herce our unnatural quarrel with ourselves; Oye who deem one moment unamus'd, Our thoughts at enmity; our boom-broil. A mifery, say, dreamers of gay dreams! We puth time from us, and we wilh him back; How will you weather an eiernal night, Lie we think long, and short; death seek, and thun. Where such expedients fail ? where wit's a fool; Oh the dark days of vanity! while here, Mirth mourns ; dreams vanish; laughter sinks in Ho:v raiteless ! and how terrible, when gone ! Gone they ne'er go; when past, they haunt us Th: fpirit walks of ev'ry Day deceas'd, [still;
§ 193. Conscience. And liniles an angel; or a fury frowns. Nor death nor life delights us. If time part,
O TREAMEROUS conscience! while she seems And time poffeft, both pain us, what can please : on rose and myrtle, lull'd with fyren song; That which the deity to please ordain’d,
While she seeins, nodding o'er her charge, to drop Time us'd. The man who consecrates his hours
On headlong appetite the slacken’d rein,
The fly informer minutes every fault,
And her dread diary with horror fills:
Uunoted, notes cach moment mifapply'd ; And thy great gain from urging his career.
In leaves more durable than leaves of brass He looks on time, as nothing : Nothing else
Writes our whole history ; which death shall read Is truly man's: what wonders can he do? And vill : to ftand blank neuter he disdains.
In every pale delinquent's private car; Not on those terms was time (heaven's stranger!) Than this: and endless age ir groans resound.
And judgment publish: publith to more worlds On his important embassy to man. [fent And think'rt thou still thou canit be wife too soon! When the dread fire, on emanation bent And big with nature, arising in his might, Callid forth creation (for then time was born)
§ 194. Man's Supineness. By godhead streaming thro' a thousand worlds : \TIME fies, death urges, knells call, heaven Not on those terms, from the great days of heaven,
, From old eternity's mysterious orb,
Hell threatens; all exerts ; in effort, all; Was time cut off, and cast beneath the skies; More than creation labours ! -Labours more? The skics, which watch him in his new abode, And is there in crcation, what, amidst Measuring his motions by revolving spheres : This tumult universal, wing'd dispatch, Hours, days, and months, and years, his children, And ardent energy, lupinely yains : play
Man liecps; and man alone; and man, whosc fate, Like numerous wings, around him, as he flies : Fate irreversible, entire, extreme, Or, rather, as unequal plumes, they shape Endless, hair-hung, breeze-lbaken, o'er the gulph His ample pinions, swift as darted Hame, A moment trembles; drops ! man, the fole caule To gain his goal, to reach his antient rest, Of this surrounding storm! and yet hc Necps, And join anew eternity his fire;
As the storm rock'd to rest.– Throw years away? When worlds, that count his circles now, unhing'a Throw empires, and be blameless! muments seize, (Fate the loud hgnal founding) headlong ruth Heaven 's on their wing: a moment we may with To timeless night, and chaos, whence they role. When worlds want wealth to buy. Bid day stand Why pur the specdy? why with lovities Bid him drive back his car, recall, retake [still,
Fate's hasty prey; implore him, re-import A moment, and the world 's blown up to thee;
Vanity of Human Enjoyments, taug be And is his ardour vain? Lorenzo! no:
by Experience. To-day is yesterday return'd; return'd Full power'd to cancel, expiate, raise, adorn,
'T'S greatly wise to talk with our past hours;
And ask them, what report they bore to And reinstate us on the rock of peace.
[news. Let it not share its predecessor's fate;
And how they might have borne more welcome Nor, like its elder sisters, die a fool.
Their answers form what men experience call : Shall we be poorer for the plenty pour'd ? If Wisdom's friend, her bett: if not, worst foe. More wretched for the clemencies of heaven?
O reconcile thein ! kind Experienee cries,
“There's nothing here, but what as nothing weighs; § 195. The Depravity of Man.
The more our joy, the more we know it vain; WHERE hhall I find him ? angels, tell me And by fuccefs are tutor’d to despair.” where!
Nor is it only thus, but must be lo: You know him; he is near you: point him out; Who knows not this, tho' grey, is still a child. Shall I see glories beaming from his brow? Loose then from earth the gralp of fond desire, Or trace his footsteps by the rising flow'rs? Weigh anchor, and some happier clime explore. Your golden wings, now hov'ring o'er him shed Protection ; now, are waving in applause
§ 198. Death unavoidable. To that blest son of foresight! lord of fate !
SINCE by life's palling breath, blown up from That awful independent on To-morrow!
earth, Whose work is done; who triumphs in the past; Light as the summer's dust, we take in air Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile; A moment's giddy flight; and fall again ; Nor, like the Parthian, wound him as they ny. Join the dull mass, increase the trodden foil, If not by guilt, they wound us by their fight, And sleep till earth herself shall be no more; If folly bounds our prospect by the grave; Since then (as emmets their small world o'erAll feeling of futurity benumb'd;
thrown) All relish of realities expir'd;
We, fore amaz’, from out earth's ruins crawl, Renounc'd all correspondence with the skies ; And rise to fate extreme, of foul or fair, Embruted every faculty divine;
As man's own choice, controuler of the skies! Heart-buried in the rubbish of the world :
As man's despotic will, this hour, decrees; The world, that gulph of fouls, immortal fouls, Should not cach warning give a strong alarm? Souls elevate, angelic, wing'd with fire Warning, far lets than that of boson torn To reach the distant skies, and triumph there From bolom, bleeding o'er the facred dead ? On thrones, which thall not mourn their masters Should not cach dial itrike us as we pass, chang'd,
Portentous, as the written wall, which struck, Tho' we from earth; ethereal, they that fell. O’er midnight bowls, the proud Aisyrian pale? Such veneration due, O man, to man !
Like that, the dial speaks; and points to thee;
“: O man, thy kingdom is departing from thee; § 196. Instability of Life.
And, while it lasts, is emptier than my thade.' WHO venerate themselves, the world defpife. Know; like the Mcdian, fate is in thy walis:
For what, gay friend ! is this escutcheon'd Man's make inclofcs the iure feeds of death; world,
Life feeds the murderer: ingrate ! he thrives Which hangs out, Death is one eternal night?
On her own meal; and then his nurse devours. A vight, that glooms us in the noon-tide ray, And wraps our theught, at banquets, in the throud.
$ 199. Life compared to the Sun-dial. Life's little stage is a small emninence,
THAT folar shadow, as it measures life, Inch high the grave above ; that home of man, It life resembles too : life speeds away Where dwells the multitude : we gaze around, From point to point, tho seeming to stand stilt: We read their monuments; we ligh; and while The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth: We figh, we fink; and are what we deplor'd; Too subtle is the movement to be seen, Lamenting, or lamented, all our loe!
Yet foon man's hour is up, and we are gone. Is death at distance? no: he has been on thee; Warnings point out our danger, gnomons, time: And given sure earnest of his final blow. (now: As these are useless when the sun is fets Those hours, which lately smild, where are they So those, but when more glorious reason shines. Pallid to thought, and 'ghaltly! drown'd, all Reason should judge in all ; in reason's eye, drown'd
That fedentary lhadow travels bard : In that great decp, which nothing disembogues; But all mankind mistake their time of day; And, dying, they lequcath'd thee small renown. Even age itself : fresh hopes are hourly foun The rest are on the wing: how feet their fight! furrow'd brows. So gentle life's descent, Already has the fatal train took fije;
We thut our eyes, and think it is a plain:
We take fair days in winter, for the spring : His God sustains him in his final hour !
Sweet peace, and heavenly hope, and humble joy, $ 200. Dearb of tbe gool Man.
Divinely beam on his exalted soul;
Destruction gild, and crown him for the skies. So fung Philander, O! the cordial warmth, Life, take thy chance = but oh for such an end !
And elevating fpirit, of a friend,
NIGHT W. Picture of Narcissa, Descripo All social virtucs rising in his soul;
tion of ber Funeral, and a Reflection upon Man. As crystal clear; and imiling, as they rise! SWEET harmonift! and beautiful as fiveet ! On earth how loft! Philander is no more.
And young as beautiful! and soft as young! How bleliings brighten as they take their flight! And gay as soft! and innocent as gay! His flight Philander took; it were profane And happy (if aught happy here) as good ! To quench a glory lighted at the skies, For fortune fond had built her nest on high. And cast in shadows his illustrious close. Like birds quite exquisite of note and plume, Strange! the theme most affecting, must sublime, Transfix'd by fatc (avho loves a lofty mark) Momentous moft to man, should ileep unsung;
How from the summit of the grove the fell, Man's highest triumph! man's profoundeft fali! And left it unharmonious ! all its charms The death-bed of the just! is yet undrawn Extinguish'd in the wonders of her long! By mortal hand; it merits a divine :
Her fong still vibrates in my ravish'd car, Angels should paint it, angels ever there ; Still melting there, and with voluptuous pain There, on a post of honour, and of joy. (O to forget her!) thrilling thro' my heart !
The chamber where the good man meets his Song, Beauty, Youth, Love, Virtue, Joy! this Is privileg'd beyond the common walk [fate Of bright ideas, Aow'rs of paradise, [group Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven. As yet unforfeit ! in one blaze we bind, Fly, ye profane! or else draw near with awe, Kneel, and present it to the skies; as all For, here, refiftlefs demonftration dwelis; We guess of heaven, and these were all her own. Here tir'd diffimulation drops her inak, And she was mine; and I was-was ! -most Here real and apparent are the fame.
Gay title of the deepest misery! [blest You see the man; you see his hold on heaven : As bodies grow more pond'rous robb’d of life, Heaven waits not the last moment, owns its friends Good lost weighs more in grief than gain'd in joy. On this fide death ; and points them out to men; Like blossom'd trees o'erturn d by vernal storm, A lecture, silent, but of sovereign pow'r,
Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay; To vice, confusion; and to virtue, peace !
And if in death still lovely, lovelier there; Whatever farce the boaftful hero plays, Far lovelier! picy swells the tide of love. Virtue alone has majetty in death;
and will not the severe excuse a figh? And greater still, the more the tyrant frowns. Scorn the proud man that is alham'd to weep; Philander ! he severely frown'd on thee, Our tears indulg'd indeed deserve our shame. * No warning given! unceremonious fate! Ye that e'er loft an angel ! pity me. “ A sudden ruih from life's meridian joys ! Soon as the luftre languith'd in her eye, "A restless bed of pain! a plunge opaque
Dawning a dimmer day on human fight; Beyond conjecture! fecble nature's dread! And on her cheek, the residence of spring, * Strong reason's shudder at the dark unknown ! Pale omen sat, and scatter'd fears around " A fun extinguith'd! a just opening grave! On all that saw (and who could cease to gaze “And oh! the latt, laft: what: (can words ex- That once had seen :) --with haste, parental haste, “press
[friend!" I few, I snatch'd her from the rigid north, * Thought reach ?) the last, last-filence of a Her native bed, on which black Boreas blew,
Thro' nature's wreck, thro' vanquish'd agonies, And bore her nearer to the fun; the sun
Regret beheld her drooping, than the bells
Who dwell in fields, and lead ambrosial lives; With unreluctant grandeur, gives, not yields In morn and ev'ning dew your beauties bathe, His foul sublime; and closes with his fate. And drink the fun; which gives your cheeks to How our hearts burnt within us at the scene! And out-blush (mine excepted) every fair! [glow; Whence this brave bound o'er limits fixt to man? You gladlier grew, ambitious of her hand,
Which often cropp'd your odours, incense meet The dead how sacred ! Sacred is the dust
So man is made, nought minifters delight, When ev'ry pailion Neeps that can offend;
And uncreated but for love divine;
Man hard of heart to man! of horrid things
And thou, pale moon ! turn paler at the found ! And on a foreign shore, whicre strangers wept ! M21 is to inan the forest, furest ill. Strangers to thee; and, more surprising still, A previous blast foretels the rising storm ; Strangers to kindness rept: their eyes let fall O'erwhelming turrets threaten ere they fall; Inhuman tears; strange tears ! thattrickled down Volcanos bellow ere they dilembcgue; From marble hearts ! obdurate tenderneis! Earıh trembles ere her yawning jaws devour; A tenderness that call'd them morc fovere; And finoke betrays the widc-consuming hre: In spite of nature's soft persuasion, steeld; Ruin from man is most conceal'd when near, While nature melted, fuperftition ravid; And sends the dreadful ridings in the blow. That mourn’d the dead, and this denied a grave. Is this the fight of fancy? Would it were !
Their fighs incens il, lighs forcign to the will! Heaven's Sovereign faves all beings but himself Their will the tiger fuck'd, outrag d the storm. That hideous fight, a naked human heart! Tor, oh! the curs d ungodliness of zeal! While finful fleth relenied, spirit nurs'd
Dealb not to be dreaded. In blind infallibility's embrace, The fainted spirit petrified the breast :
HOW deep implanted in the breast of man
The dread of death! I fing its sov'reign cure. Denied the charity of dust, to spread
Why start at death? where is he? death arriv'd, O'er dust ! a charity their dogs enjoy. What could I do? what fuccour: what resource : Ere hope, fenfation fails ; black-boding man
Is part : not come, or gone, he 's never here. With pious facrilege a grave I ftole,
Receives, not fuffers, death's tremendous blow. With impious piety that grave I wrong'd;
The knell, the throud, the mattock, and the grave; Short in my duty, coward in my grief ! More like her murderer than friend, I crept
The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm;
These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, With soft suspended step, and mufiled deep
The terrors of the living, not the dead. In midnight darkness whisper'd my last figh. I whisper'd what should echo thro' their scalms; Man makes a death which nature never made;
Imagination's fool, and error's wretch, Nor writ her name whole tomb thould pierce the Then on the point of his own fancy falls; skies.
And feels a thousand deaths, in fearing one. Presumptuous fear! How durst I dread her foes, While nature's loudest dietates I obey'd? Pardon ncceflity, bleft shade! Of grief
§ 203. Deatb difirable to the Aged. And indignation rival bursts I pour’d;
BUT was death frightful, what has age to fear? Half execration mingled with my pray’r;
If prudent, age 1hould meet the friendly foe, Kindled at man, while I his God adur'd; And shelter in his hospitable gloom. Sore grudg'd the savage land her facred duft; I scarce can meet a monument but holds Stamp'd the curs'd soil; and with humanity My younger: every date cries-" Come away!' (Denied Narcilla) with'd them all a grave. And what recalls me ? look the world around,
Glows my relentine:t into guilt? What guilt And tell me wiat: the witeit cannot teil. Can equal violations of the dead?
Should any born of woman give his thou, ht