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Account for this prerogative in brutes : Of immortality. The first in fame,
No day, no glimpse of day to solve the knot, Observe him near, your envy will abate :
But what beams on it from eternity.

Sham'd at the disproportion valt between
O lole and sweet folution! that unites

The pailion, and ihre purchase, he will figh The difficult, and softens the severe ;

At lüch fucefs, and blush at his renown: The cloud on nature's beauteous face dispels ; And why? because far richer prize invites Restores bright order; 'cafts the brute betreath; j His heart; far inore illuftrious glory calls. And re-inthrones us in fupremary

And can alnbition a fourth proof supply! Of joy, ev’n here : admit immortal life, It can, and stronger than the former three. Aud virtue is knight-errantry no more : Tho' disappointments in ambition pain, Each virtue brings in hand a golden dow'r, and tho' fuccefs difrusts, yet fill we strive Far richer in reversion : hose exults ;

In vrin to pluck it from os: man must four ? And, tho' much bitter in our cup is thrown, An obltinate activity within, Predominates, and gives the taste of heav'n. An insuppressive spring will tofs him up, wherefore is the Deity to kind ?

In spite of fortune's load. Not kings alone, Hear'n our reward--for heav'n enjoy'd below. Each villager has his ambition too:

Still unubdu'd thy ftobiorn heart? For there No Sultan prouder than his fetter'd llave : The traitor lurks, who doubes the truth I fing: Slaves build their little Babylons of straw, Reason is guiltiels; will alone rebels.

Echo the proud Allyrian, in their hearts, What, in that stubborn heart, if I thould find Andery; - Behold the wonders of iny might!" New, unexpected witnesses against thce? And why? becaute immortal as their lord : Ambition, and the sateless love of gain! [foul And fouls inmortal must for ever heave Canft thou suspect that these, which make the At fomething great; the glitter, or the gold; The flave of earth, thould own her heir of The praise of mortals, or the praise of heav'n.

heav'n? Canft thou fufpect, what makes us disbelieve

§ 251. Avarice. Our immortality, ihould prove it sure ?

Thus far ambition. What fays asa ice?

This her chief maxim, which has long been $ 250. Ambition and Fame.

thine, FIRST, then, ambition fumınon to the bar : ". The wife and wealthy are the fame." I grant it.

Ambition's thamc, extravagance, dilgust, To store up treasure, with inceisant toil, And inextinguish ible nature, Ipeak :

This is man's province, this his highest praise. Eách much depofes; hear them in their turn. To this great end keen instinct stings him 011;

Thy foul how paffiona:tly fond of fame! To guide that infiinct, rcafon! is ihy charge; How anxious, that fond pallon to conceal! 'Tis thine to tell us where true trealure lie: We bluth detected in designs on praise, But reason failing to discharge ler trust, Tho' for best decds, and from the best of men : A blunder follows, and blind industry, And why? becaulc immortal. Art divine O'er-loading, with the cares of diftant age. Has made the body tu or to the foul :

The jdod spirits of the prese.it hour, Heav'n kindly gives our blood a moral fout; Providing for eternity below. Bids it ascend the glowing check, and there l'hence inextinguitable thirst of gain? l'phraid that little heart's ingiorious ai From inextinguishable life in man: Which stoops to court a character froid man; Man, if not icant by worth to reach the skies, While o'er is, in tremendous judgment, fit Bad wanted wing to fly to far in guilt. Far more than nian, with endless praile, and Sour grapes I grant ambition, avarice; blanc.

Yet till their root is immortality. Ambition's boundless appetite out-freaks These its wild growths religion can reclaim, The verdi&t of its shame. When fouls take fire Refine, exalt, throw down their pois’nous leeg At high presumptions of their own desert, And make them sparkle in the buwi of bliss. One age is poor applausc; the mighty fhout, The thunder by the living few begun, Late time must echo! worlds anborn, 'refound :

§ 252. Adáress to Unbelievers,
We wish our names eternally to live : [thought, “ KNOW all; know infidels, unapt to know,
Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human 'Tis immortality your nature folves;
Had not our natures been eternal too.

| 'Tis iinmortality decyphers man,
Instinct points out an int'rest in hereafter; And opens all the mvlt'ries of his make.
But our blind reason fecs not where it lies; Without it, half his inftinéts are a riddie;
Or, seeing, gives the substance for the shade. Without it, all his virtues are a dream :
Fame is the shade of immortality,

His very crimes attest his dignity;
And in itself a shadow: foon as caught, His fateless appetite of gold, and fame,
Contemn'd; it thrinks to nothing in the grasp. Declares him born for bleflings infinite.
Consult the ainbitious; 'tis ambition's cure. What, less than infinite, makes unabiurd
** cand is this all ?” cry'd Cæfar at his height, Paffions, which all on carth but more infame!
Diluted. This third proof ambition brings Fiercc pallions lo mitmeasur'd to this fceni,

Stretch'd

pour out

Stretch'd out, like eagles wings, beyond our nes, Conscience of guilt, is prophecy of pain,
Far, far beyond the worth of all below,

And botom-countii to decline the blow.
For earth to large, prerage a vobler flight, Reafon with inclination ne'er had jarr'd,
And evidence our title to the skies.”

If nothing future paid forbearance here.

Thus on-ihese, and a thou and pleas, uncall'd, s 253. The Pasions.

All promise, fome insure, a fecond scene;

Which, was it doubtful, would be dearer far YE gentle tecngues, of calmer kind! Where corftitution dictates to your pen,

Than all things elle most certain ; was it falie,

What truth on carth so precious as the lie? Who, coll yourselves, thikardorcomes from hell' Think n«t our patics from corruption fpring, This would it gives, in that high curdial, hope ;

This world it gives us, let what will ensue; Tro' to corruption, now, they lend their wings: The future of the pretent is the foul: That is their misticis, not their mother. All

How this life groans, when forer'd from the next! (Ard juftis) reason deem divine : I see, I feia grandeur in the paliioms tvo,

Poor, mutilated wretch, that dibelieves !

[end; Which ipeaks their high defcent, 'and glorious Bicar ditirust his being cut in two,

lo both part perishes; lite void of joy, Which speaks them ravs of an eternal fire.

Sad prelude of eternity in pain !
In paradile itfeli they bunt as fron,
Ere Adain fell; tho' viser in their aim.
What tho' our palfions are run mad, and stoop

s 255. Mifery of Unbelief.
With low, terre trial appetite, to graze
On tralh, on toys, dethron'd from high defire;

COULDST thea persuade me, the next life Yet still, thro' their disgrace, no fechle ray Of greatness thines, and tells us whence they fell : My bleeding heart in anguish, new, as deep!

Our ardent withes; how should I But these, when reafon moderates the rein,

Oh! with what thoughts, thy hope, and my deShall re-aicend, remount their former fphere.

Abhorrid Annihilation blafts the soul, But grant their phrenly lasts ; their phreniy fails And wide extends the bounds of human woe!

[(pair, To disappoint one providential end;

In this black channel would my ravings run: Was reaton flent, boundless pallion speaks

“ Grief from the future borrow'd peace, ere A future scene of boundlels objects too,

while. And brings glad tidings of eternal day. The future vanish d! and the present pain'd! Erernal day! 'tis that enlightens all; And all by that enlighten'd, proves it sure.

Fall, how profound ! Hurl'd headlong, hurl'd at Conhider man as an immortal being, In:eiligible, all; and all is great :

To night! to nothing! darker fiill than night.

If 'twas a dream, why s ake me, my woist fo..! Confider man as mortal, all is dark,

() for delusion! O for error still!

(Punt And wretched; reason weeps at the survey.

Could vengeance ftrike much stronger than to

A thinking being in a world like this, $254. Proofs of Immortality. Man's Happines Not over rich before, now beggar'd quite; consists in the Hope of it.

More curst than at the Fall! The sun goes out! MUCH has been urg'd; and dost thou call for 14le thorns shoot up! what thorus in cv'ry more?

thought ! Call; and with endless questions be distrest, Why senle of better? it imbitters worse : All unresolvable, if earth is all.

Why tente ? why life? if but to ligh, then fink Why life, a moment; infinite, delire ? To what I was? twice nothing! and much woc! Oor with cternity ; our home, the grave? Woe, from hear'n's bounties ! woc, from what Heaven's promisc dormant lies in human hope, Who wishes life immortal, proves

it

To flatter most, high intellectual pow'rs. Why happiness purlu'd, tho' never found? “ Thought, virtue, knowledge! blettings, by Men's thirst of happiness declares it is,

thy scheme, (For nature never gravitates to nought ;) All poison d into pains. First, knowledge, once That thirst unquencht declares it is not here. My soul's ambition, now her greatest drcad. Why cordial friendship riveted so deep, To know myself, true wisdom :--no, to fhun As, hearts to pierce at fust, at parting, rend, That shocking science, parent of despair! If friend and friend lip vanish in an hour ? Avert thy mirror; if I see, I die. I, not this torment in the mask of joy ?

“ Know my Crcator? Climb his beft abode Why by refliction marr'd the joys of sense ? By painful speculation, pierce the veil, Why past and future, preying on our hearts, Dive in his nature, read his attributes, And putting all our prefent joys to death ? And gaze in admiration-on a foe, Why labours reason instinct were as well; Obtruding life, with-holding happiness? Latinct far better; what can choose, can err; from the full rivers that surround his throne, O how infallible the thoughtless brute !

Not letting fall one drop of joy on man; Reson with inclination uhy at war ?

Man gafping for one drop, that he might cease Why fenfe of guilt : why conscience up in arms To curse his birth, nor envy , eptiles more !

once

was wont

too.

Ye fable clouds! ye darkest Thades of night! For me, to trespass on the brutal rights?
Hide him, for eser hide him, from my thought, Too much for heav'n to make one einmet more!
Once all my confort ; fource and foul of joy? Too much for chaos to permit my mais

“ Koow his achievements ! ftud; tuis ienein! A longer ftay with efiences unwrought, Contemplate this amazing up iveric,

Unfashico'xl, unicrented into man?
Dropt from his hand, with miracles replete : Wretched preferment to this round of pains !
Tor what: 'Mid miracles of noblur name', Wretched capacity of pl:reoty, thought!
To find one miracle of inifery!

llreiched capacity of dying, life !
To find the being, which alone can knotky Life, thought, worth, wildom, all (oh foul revolt!)
And praile his works, a blemish on his praise? Once friends to peace, gone over to the foe.
I bro' nature's ample rarge, in thought to say “ Death then has chang'd its nature too, O
And start at man, the single mourner there,

denih, Breathing high liope ! chain d down to pangs, and come to my bosom, the best gift of hear 'n ! death!

Best friend of van! since man is man no more. Knowing is fuff'ring : and shall virtue Mare hy in this thicry wilderness to long, The figh of knowledge: virtue thares the ligh. Since there's no promis d land's ambrefial bow'r ? By straining up the ticcp of excellent,

But why this sumptucus insult o'er our heads? By battles fought, and from temptation won, Why this illustrious canopy display d? What gains the, but the pang of lecing worth, Why to magnificently lodg'd despair Angelic wonth, foun, Builled in the dark At itated periods, fure-returning, roll With ev'ry vice, and twept to brutal duft? Thele glorious orbs, that mortais may compute

* Duty ; rcligion ! thicte, cur duty done, Their length of labours, and of pains ; nor lote Imply reward. Religion is mistake:

Their miłcry's full measure:--miles with ilow`rs, Duty? there's none, but to repcl the cheat. And fruits promiscuous, ever-tceming carth, Ye cheats ! away ; ve daughters of my pride! That inan may languith in luxurious scenes, Who feign yourselves the far rites of the trics : And in an Eden mourn his with'ring joys ? Ye tow'ring hopes ! abortive energies !

Clain earth and skies man's admiration, due That tofs and struggle in my lying breast, For such delights! blest animals ! too wife To Ycale the skies, and build presumption there, To wonder; and too happy to complain ! As I were hcir of eternity;

“ Ourdoom decrccd demands a mournful scene; Vain, vain ambitions ! trouble me no more. Why not a dungeon dark for the condemn'd? As bounded as my being, be my wish.

"Vhy not the dragon's subterrancan den, All is inverted, wisdom is a fool :

Por man to howl in? why not his abode Sente! take the rein ; blind patlion ! drive us on ; Of the fame dismal colour with his fate? And, ignorance ! befriend us on our way; A Thebes, a Babylon, at vast expence Yes ; give the pulse full empire; live the brute, of time, toil, treasure, art, for owls and adders, Since, as the brute, we die : the sum of man, is congruous, às, for man, this loftv dome, Of godlike man! to revel, and to rot.

Which prompts proud thought, and kindles high " But not on equal terms with other brutes :

dcfire, Their reve's a more poignant relish yield, If from her humble chamber in the dust, [flames, And safer too; they never poisons choufc. (mca, Iliile proud thought twells, and high defire inInstinct, than reaton, makes inore wholesome The poor worm calls us for her inmates there ; And fends ail-marring murmur far away. And round us death's incxorable hand For sensual life they best philofophize;

Draws the dark curtain close; undrawn no more. Theirs, that ferenc, the fages fought in vain : “Undrawn no more behind the cloud of death, 'Tis man alone expoftulates with heav'n, Once I bcheld a fun ; a sun which gilt Ilis, all the pow'r, and all the cauti, to incurn. That fable cloud, and turn d it all to gold : Shall human cycs alone diffolve in tears? How the grave's alter'd ! fathomlefs as hell ! And bleed, in anguith, none but luman hearts : Annihila jon! how it yawns before me! The wide-stretcht realm of intellectual woc, Next moment I may drop from thought, from Surpadling sensual far, is all our own.

The privilege of angels, and of worins, [sense, In life fo fatally diftinguith'd, why

an outcast from existence and this fpirit, Cast in one lot, confounded, lumpt, in death? This all-pervading, this all-conscious soul, And why then have we thought? to toil and This particle of energy divine, tat,

Which travels nature, fics from star to star, Then make our bed in darkness, needs no thought. And visits gods, and emulates their pow'rs, What fuperiluities are reas'ning fouls!

For ever is extinguish'd. Horror! death! Oh gire cternity! or thought deitrov.- Death of that death I fearless once survey'd, But without thought our curse were helf unfelt! When horior universal fall descend, Its bluntid edge would Ipare the throbbing heart;| And heav'n's dark concave urn all human race, And therefore 'tis bestow it. I thank thee, reaton, On that enormous, unrefunding tomb, For aiding life's too small calaunitics,

How just this verfe! this monumental sight And giving being to tive dread of death.

Benrain the lumber of demolis'd worlus, Such are thy bounties !--Was it then too much Of watier, rc ver dignify'd with life,

Here

Hare lie proud rationals; obe fons of beav'n! Where nought substantial, but our mifery? Tbe lords of eartb! ibe property of worms ! . A world, where dark, myiterious vanity Beings of yefterday, and no to-morrow! Of good and ill the distant colours blends, Wolv'd in humor, and in pangs expiril." Confounds all reason, and all hope destroys;

And art thou then a thadow: lets than thadow: A world io far from great (and vet how great A nothing, less than nothing: To have been, It shines to thee!) there's nothing real in it; And not to be, is lower than unborn.

Being, a fhadow ! consciousness, a dream! Arthou ambitious? whr then make the worm A dream hou dreadtui! univeriai blank Thine equal ? runs thy taste of pleasure high?

Before it, and bebind! pror man a fpark Why patronize fure death of every joy? From non-existence struck by wrath divine, Charm riches ! why choose begg'ry in the grave, Glitt'ring a moment, nor that moment ture, Of ev'ry hope a bankrupt! and for ever? Milft upper, ncther, and surrounding night, Dar'st thou perfift: And is there nought on carth, His fad, lure, ludden, and cternal tomb. But a long train of transitory farms, Riling, and breaking, millions in an hour ? Bubbies of a fantastic lord, blown up

$ 259. The ll'orld . S. flem af Theology: In sport, and then in cruelty destroy'd? THE kics above proclaim immortal man, Oh! for what crime, unmerciful Lorenzo,

And man immortal all below resounds. Deltroys thy scheme the whole of human race ? The world's a syftem of theology, Kind is fell Lucifer compard to thee :

Read by the greatest strangers to the schools, Oh! spare this waste of being half divine; If honest, Icarn’d; and lages o’or a piough. And vindicate th' a:conomy of heav'n.

What then is unbelief: 'tis an exploit:

A ftrenuous enterprise: to gain it, man § 256. The Annibila:ion of Man, incompatible of common thame, magnanimoully wrong;

Must burit thru' cv'ry bar of common sense, with the Goodness of Goul.

And what rewards the fundv combatant: HEAV'N is all love; all joy in giving joy; His prize, repentance ; infamy, his crown,

li never had crcated, but to blets : And shall it then strike off the list of life,

260. Virtue the Fruit of Inmortality. A being blest, or worthy fo to be? Heav'n starts at an annihilating God.

THE virtues grow on immortality :

That rooi detiroy'd, they wither and expire.

A Deity believ'd will nought avail; $ 2:7. The Grilly alone wifi for Annibilation. Rewards and punishments makc God ador’d; IS that, all nature starts at, thy desire? And hopes and fears give conscience all her

Art such a clod to with thyself all clay? As in the dying parent dies the child, (pow're What is that dreadful with the dying groan Virtue with immortality expires. of nature murder'd by the blackest guilt: Who tells me he denies his soul immortal, What deadly poison has thy nature drank? Whate'er his boast, has told mc, hc 's a knave, To nature undebauch'd no Thock so great ; His dury 'ris, to love himself alone, Nature's first wish is endless happinels; Nor care, tho' mankind perish, if he sinilcs. Annihilation is an after-thought,

And are there such:-Such candidates there are monstrous wish, unborn, till virtue dies. For more than death; for utter loss of being; And oh! what depth of horror lies inclos'd! Is it in words to paint you ? O ye fall'n! For non-existence no man ever with d,

Fall'n froin the wings of reason, and of hope ! But first he with'd the Deity deitray'd.

Erect in stature, prone in appetite!

Patrons of pleasure, posting into pain ! $258. No fpiritual Srebjlunce annibilaid. Boasters of liberty, faft-bound in chains !

Morc senseless than th' irracionals you scorn! THINK'ST thou omnipotence a naked root, far more undone ! O ye most infamous

Each blossom fair of Deity destroy'd ? Of beings, from fuperior dignity! Nothing is dead; nay, nothing necps ; cach soul And are you, too, convinc'd, your fouls fly of That ever animated human clay,

In exhalation soft, and die in air, Now wakes; is on the wing: and when the call from the full flood of evidence against you ? Of that loud trump collects us, round heav'n's In the coarse drudgerics, and finks of lente, Cungivb'd we balk in everlasting day. [throne Your souls have quite worn out the make of How bright this prospect shines ! 'how gloomy heav'n thine!

By vice new-cast, and creatures of your own, A rrembling world! and a devouring God! Earn, but the shambles of omnipotence ! Heaven's face all stain'd with cauleless massacres

261. Free-thinking. Of countiefs millions, bom to feel the pang THIS is free-thinking, unconfin'd to parts, Of being loft. Lorenzo, can it be?

To send the soul, on curious travel bent, This bids us shudder at the thoughts of life. Thro' all the provinces of human thought, Who would be born to such a phantom world, To dart her Higiit, thro' the whole Iphere of man;

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To look on truth unbroken, and entire; And he that would be barr'd capacity
Truth in the system, the full orb; where truths Of pain, courts incapacity of bliss.
By truths enlighten'd, and sustain d, afford Heav'n wills our happincís, allows our doom;
An arch-like, strong foundation, to support Invites us ardently, but not compels;
Th' incumbent weight of absolute, complete Man falls by man, if finally he falis;
Conviction ; here, the more we press, we stand And fall he must, who learns froin death alone
More firm; who most examine, most believe. The dreadful secret,-that he lives for ever.
Parts, like half sentences, confound; the whole Why this to thee? thee yet perhaps in doubt
Conveys the fense, and God is understood ; Of second life : but wherefore doubtful ftill :
Who not in fragments writes to human race; Eternal life is nature's ardent with :
Read his whole voluire, sceptic! then, roply. What ardently we wish, we foca believe :
This, this is thinking free, a thought that Thy tardy faith declares that wish defiroy'd :
gralps

What has destroy'd it :-Shall I tell thee, what?
Beyond a grain, and looks beyond an hour. When fear'd the future, 'tis no longer with’d,
Turn up thine eyes, furvey this midnight scene; And when unwith’d, we strive to disbelieve.
What are earth's kingdoms to yon boundless orbs,
Of human souls, one day, the destin'd range ?

$ 263. The Gospel. And what yon boundless orbs to godlike man? Those numerous worlds that throny the firmament

, INSTEAD of racking faner, to refute, And ask more space in heaven, can roll at large

keform thy manners, and the truth enjoy. In man's capacious thought, and still leave room

From purer nianners, to sublimer faith, For ampler orbs; for new creations, there.

Is nature's unavoidable afcent; Can such a foul contract itself, to gripe

An honest dejít, where the gospel shines," A point of no dimension, of no weight?

Matur'd to nobler, in the Christian ends. It can; it does: the world is such a point,

When that blett change arrives, e'en cast aside And of that point how finall a part enslaves !

This song fuperiluous; life inmortal ftrikes How small a part--of nothing, thall I say?

Conviction, in a food of light divine. Why not :-friends, our chief treasure? how they Meridian evidence puts doubt to fight;

A Christian dwells, like Uriel in the sun: drop! How the world falls to pieces round about us,

And ardent hope anticipates the skics. And leaves us in a ruin of our joy!

Read, and revere the sacred page; a page What says this transportation of my friends ?

Where triumphs in nortality ; a page It bids me love the place where now they dwell, Which not the whole creation could produce; And scorn this wretched spot, they leave to poor. In nature's ruins not one letter loft:

Which not the conflagration Iball destroy ; Eternity's vast ocean lies before thee; Give thy mind sea-room; keep it wide of earth, 'Tis printed in the minds of gods for ever. That rock of fouls immortal ; cut thy cord, Weigh anchor ; spread thy fails; callev'ry wind; § 264. The Mystery of a Future Stale, no ArgaEye ihy great Polc-star: make the land of life.

ment against it.

STILL fecms it ftrange, that thou shouldt live § 262. Rational ord Arimal Life.

for ever kinds of life has double-natur'd man,

Is it less strange, that thou shouldīt live at all? And two of death ; the fast far more fevere. This is a miracle; and that no more. Life animal is nurtur'd by the fun;

Who gave beginning, can exclude an end; Thrives on its bountics, triumphs in its beams. Deny thou art, then, doubt if thou shalt be. Life rational sublists on higher food,

A miracle, with niracles inclos'd, Trium,hant in his beams who made the day. Is man! and starts his faith at what is strange? When we leave that sun, and are ieft by this,

What less than wonders froin the wonderful (The fate of all who die in Itubborn guilt)

What Icss than miracles from God can flow? 'Tis utter dark nefs; strictly, double death. Adinit a God,—that mystery supreme ! We link by no judicial stroke of heav'n, That cause uncaus'd! all other wonders cease, But nature's courie; as fure as plummets fall. Nothing is marvellous for him to do:

If then that double-death should prove thy lot, Deny him-all is mystery berides. Blame not the bowels of the Deity :

We nothing know, but what is marvellous : Man lhall be blest, as far as man permits.

Yet what is marvellous, we can 't believe. Not man alone, all rationals heav'n arms So wcak our reason, and so great our God, With an illustrious, but tremendous, pou'r,

What most surprises in the facrcd page, To counteract its own most gracious ends : Or full as ftrange, or ftranger, must be true. And this, of strict neccflity, not choicc. Faith is not realon's labour, but repole. Thut pow'r deuy'd, men, angels, were no more But pallive engines, void of praise, or blame.

9 265. Hope. A nature rational inplies the pow'r

OPE, of all passions, most befriends us here; Of being bleft, or wretched, as we please ; Elle idle reason woull have nough to do;

Hope

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