Raising my voice to heav'n, I'll teach resounding echo To carry to the sky my humble song, Michael. Ye victims cleans'd by tears! Ye martyrs in affliction ! Amidst your blessed pains Ye holocausts of life! and of content! Now call the stars no more Vindictive! war is now Converted into peace; And death turn'd into life. Hence mortal Adam is now made immortal, In which the tender God of mercy blazes, Inflames him with pure zeal to save the sinner. Wage with the hostile serpent constant war! To conquer hell, and triumph over death. Would not direct towards the ground your face, Your happy souls may point towards their home: Is as a shining glass, in which of God Innure yourselves to water, sun, and winds, And in the stony caves, In the most barren desart, That the sun visits, when he blazes most, There both exert your powers! There many years, and many, United, ye shall dwell in hallow'd love : And from your progeny henceforth the world Exulting shall derive fertility: And now to you, ye mortal pair! I promise If ye in penitence have join'd together In a corporeal veil Contemplating the sacred face of God Ye shall enjoy the bliss of paradise. Adam. Greater than my offence I now acknowledge, Your mercy, O my God! Since you become the sov'reign friend of man, To him tho' ruin'd, now extend your hand! Eve. As I have known to sin, So shall I know to weep; For who in sinning knew forbidden joy, Be mute, be mute my tongue! Speak thou within, my heart! And say, with words of love, See! how to mortals, even in perdition, Michael. At length, since now with joy From hell's keen talon, feels unbounded transport, Earth turn'd to heav'n, this world a paradise ; That in the light of God more lovely blaze, Rich with new beams, and with new suns this day Day of festivity! The day of paradise! rather a day Blest in itself! and blessing every other! Let all with festive joy Of God's indulgence sing! Of Adam, and of Eve, Now made on earth the denizens of heav'n! And let your tuneful songs Become the wonder of futurity! Angels sing. Move, let us move our feet There, where this man shall now Wash out his past offence With humble, hallow'd drops! And of the mighty Maker Praise we the love, and mercy, That in this day to man's envenom'd wound Deeming his every wrong, and error light And now at last with more benignant zeal, Gives him, redeem'd from hell, A seat amid the golden stars of heav'n. Whose race we shall behold adorn the world, To your high lord, the fountain of all mercy! On which the Word Incarnate shall be grafted! Be stormy! yet his leaf shall never fall: To him a joyous offspring Is promis'd by the lord of heav'ns great vineyard, Stricken, transfixt, enkindled in a blaze, And burning with eternal love for man. THE END. |