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Inhabits all things, but the thought of man.

Nor man alone ; his breathing buft expires, His tomb is mortal ; empires, die : where, now, The Roman? Greek? They stalk, an empty name ! Yet few regard them in this useful light; Though half our learning is their epitaph. When down thy, vale, unlock'd by midnight thought, That loves to wander in thy sunless realms, O death! I stretch my view : what visions rife! What triumphs ! toils imperiall arts divine ! In wither'd laurels glide before my sight! 115 What lengths of far-fam'd ages, billow'd high With human agitation, roll along In unsubftantial images of air ! The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause, With penitential aspect, as they pass, All point at earth, and hiss at human pride, The wisdom of the wise, and prancings of the great.

But, O Lorenzo ! far the rest above, Of ghastly nature, and enormous size,

125 One form assaults my night, and chills my blood, And shakes my frame. Of one departed world I see the mighty shadow : oozy wreath And dismal sea-weed crown her; o'er her urn Reclin'd, she weeps her desolated realms,

130 And bloated fons; and, weeping, prophesies Another's dissolution, foon, in flames. But, like Cassandra, prophesies in vain ; In vain, to many; not, I trust, to thee.


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For, know'st thou not, or art thou loth to know, 735 The great decree, the counsel of the skies? Deluge and conflagration, dreadful powers ! Prime ministers of vengeance ! chain'd in caves Distinct, apart the giant furies roar; Apart; or, such their horrid rage for ruin, 140 In mutual confli&t would they rise, and wage Eternal war, till one was quite devour'd. But not for this, ordain'd their boundless rage ; When heaven's inferior instruments of wrath, War, famine, peftilence, are found too weak 145 To scourge a world for her enormous crimes, These are let loose, alternate : down they ruih, Swift and tempestuous, from th’ eternal throne, With irresistible commission arm’d, The world, in vain corrected, to destroy,

150 And ease creation of the thocking scene.

Seest thou, Lorenzo! what depends on man?
The fate of nature; as for man, her birth.
Earth's actors change earth's transitory scenes,,
And make creation groan with human guilt. 15-5
How must it groan, in a new deluge whelm’d,
But not of waters ! at the destin'd hour,
By the loud trumpet summon’d to the charge,
See, all the formidable sons of fire,
Eruptions, earthquakes, comets, lightnings, play 16e
Their various engines; all at once disgorge
Their blazing magazines ; and take, by storm,

terrestrial citadel of man.
Amazing period! when each mountain-height

Out. 175

Out-burns Vesuvius ; rocks eternal pour

165. Their melted mass, as rivers once they pour'd; Stars rush; and final ruin fiercely drives Her plowshare o'er creation !-while aloft, More than astonishment! if more can be ! Par other firmament than e'er was seen,

170 Than e'er was thought by man! far other stars! Stars animate, that govern these of fire; Far other fun !-A sun, o how unlike The Babe at Bethlem ! how unlike the Man, That groan’d on Calvary !-Yet He it is; That Man of forrows! O how chang’d! what pomp! In grandeur terrible, all heaven descends ! And gods, ambitious, triumph in his train, A swift archangel, with his golden wing, As blots and clouds, that darken and disgrace 180 The scene divine, sweeps stars and suns aside. And now, all dross remov'd, heaven's own pure day, Full on the confines of our æther, flames. While (dreadful contrast!) far, how far beneath! Hell, bursting, belches forth her blazing seas,

185 And storms sulphureous; her voracious jaws Expanding wide, and roaring for her prey.

Lorenzo!'welcome to this scene ; the last In nature's course, the first in wisdom's thought. This strikes, if aught can strike thee; this awakes 190 The most supine ; this snatches man from death. Rouse, rouse, Lorenzo, then, and follow me, Where truth, the most momentous man can hear, Loud calls my soul, and ardour wings her fight.

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195 The grandeur of my subject is my

At midnight, when mankind is wrapt in peace,
And worldly fancy feeds on golden dreams;
To give more dread to man's most dreadful hour,
At midnight, 'tis presum'd, this pomp will burst 200
From tenfold darkness ; sudden as the spark
From smitten steel; from nitrous grain, the blaze.
Man, starting from his couch, shall Neep no more!
The day is broke, which never more shall close !
Above, around, beneath, amazement all !
Terror and glory join'd in their extremes !
Our God in grandeur, and our world on fire !
All nature struggling in the pangs of death !
Dost thou not hear her? Doft thou not deplore
Her strong convulsions, and her final groan ?
Where are we now? Ah me! the ground is gone,
On which we stood; Lorenzo ! while thou may's,
Provide more firm support, or sink for ever !
Where? How? From whence ? Vain hope! it is too late!
Where, where, for shelter, shall the guilty fly,
When consternation turns the good man pale ?

Great day! for which all other days were made;
For which earth rose from chaos, man from earth;
And an eternity, the date of Gods,
Descended on poor earth-created man !
Great day of dread, decision, and despair !
At thought of thee, each sublunary with
Lets go its eager grafp, and drops the world;

, ; And catches at each reed of hope in heaven.





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At thought of thee !--and art thou absent then? 225
Lorenzo! no; 'tis here ; it is begun ja
Already is begun the grand affize,
In thee, in all : deputed conscience scales
The dread tribunal, and forestalls our doom;
Foreftalls; and, by forestalling, proves it fure. 230
Why on imself should man void judgment pass ?
Is idle nature laughing at her sons ?
Who conscience sent, her sentence will support,
And God above assert that God in man.

Thrice happy they! that enter now the court 235
Heaven opens in their bofoms : but, how rare,
Ah me! that magnanimity, how rare !
What hero, like the man who stands himself;
Who dares to meet his naked heart alone;
Who hears, intrepid, the full charge it brings, 240
Refoly'd to silence future murmurs there?
The coward flies; and, flying, is undone.
(Art thou a coward ? No :) The coward flies;
Thinks, but thinks slightly; alks, but fears to know;
Alks, What is truth?with Pilate; and retires; 245
Diffolves the court, and ningles with the throng;
Asylum fad! from reason, hope, and heaven !

Shall all, but man, look out with ardent eye, For that great day, which was ordain’d for man? O day of consummation! mark supreme

250 (If men are wise) of human thought! nor least, Or in the fight of angels, or their King ! Angels, whose radiant circles, height o'er height, Order o'er order, rising, blaze o'er blaze,


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