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Is dead already ; nought but brute survives.
And are there such ?-Such candidates there are 1185 For more than death; for utter loss of being, Being, the basis of the Deity! Alk you
the cause?—The cause they will not tell : Nor need they : Oh the forceries of sense ! They work this transformation on the soul, 1190 Dismount her, like the serpent at the fall, Dismount her from her native wing (which foar'd Ere-while ethereal heights), and throw her down, To lick the dust, and crawl in such a thought. Is it in words to paint you? O ye
fall’n ! 1195 Fall’n from the wings of reason, and of hope ! Erect in stature, prone in appetite ! Patrons of pleasure, posting into pain! Lovers of argument, averse to sense ! Boasters of liberty, fast bound in chains ! Lords of the wide creation, and the shame! More senseless than th' irrationals you scorn! More base than those you rule! Than those you pity, Far more undone ! O ye most infamous Of beings, from superior digrity!
1205 Deepest in woe from means of boundless bliss ! Ye curst by blessings infinite ! because Most highly favour'd, most profoundly loft! Ye motly mass of contradi&tion strong ! And are you, too, convinc'd, your souls fly off In exhalation soft, and die in air, From the full flood of evidence against you? In the coarse drudgeries and sinks of sense,
Your souls have quite worn out the make of heaven,
Lorenzo! this black brotherhood renounce;
This, this, is thinking free, a thought that grasps
thine eye, survey this midnight scene; What are earth's kingdoms, to yon boundless orbs, 1245 Of human fouls, one day, the destin'd range ? And what yon boundless orbs, to godlike man? Those numerous worlds that throng the firmament, And ask more space in heaven, can roll at large In man's capacious thought, and still leave room 1250 For ampler orbs, for new creations, there. Can such a soul contract itself, to gripe A point of no dimension, of no weight? It can; it does : the world is such a point: And, of that point, how small a part enslaves ! 1255
How small a part-of nothing, fhall I say ? Why not?-Friends, our chief treasure ! how they drop! Lucia, Narcisa fair, Philander, gone ! The grave, like fabled Cerberus, has op'd A triple mouth; and, in an aweful voice, 1260 Loud calls my soul, and utters all I sing. How the world falls to pieces round about us, And leaves us in a ruin of our joy! What says this transportation of my friends ? It bids me love the place where now they dwell, 1265 And scorn this wretched spot, they leave so poor. Eternity's vast ocean lies before thee; There ; there, Lorenzo! thy Clarissa fails. Give thy mind sea-room ; keep it wide of earth, That rock of fouls immortal; cut thy cord; 1270 Weigh anchor; spread thy fails; call every wind; Eye_lay Great Polë-star; make the land of life, Two kinds of life has double-natur'd man,
And two of death ; the last far more severe.
If, then, that double death should prove thy lot, Blame not the bowels of the Deity ; Man shall be bleit, as far as man permits. Not man alone, all rationals, heaven arms 1290 With an illustrious, but tremendous, power To counter-act its own most gracious ends ; And this, of strict necessity, not choice ; That power deny’d, men, angels, were no more But passive engines, void of praise or blame, 1295 A nature rational implies the power Of being blest, or wretched, as we please ; Else idle reason would have nought to do; And he that would be barr'd capacity Of pain, courts incapacity of bliss.
1300 Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom ; Invites us ardently, but not compels; Heaven but persuades, almighty man decrees;
Man is the maker of immortal fates.
1305 And fall he mufi, who learns from death alone, The dreadful fecret-That he lives for Ever.
Why this to Thee ?-Thee yet, perhaps, in doubt Of second life? But wherefore doubtful still ? Eternal life is nature's ardent wish :
1310 What ardently we wish, we foon believe : Thy tardy faith declares that with destroy'd : What has destroy'd it ?-Shall I tell thee what ? When fear'd the future, 'tis no longer with’d; And, when unwith’d, we firive to disbelieve.
1315 “ Thus infidelity our guilt betrays." Nor that the sole detection! Blush, Lorenzo ! Blush for hypocrisy, if not for guilt. The future feard?-An infidel, and fear? Fear what? A dream? A fable ? —How thy dread, 1320 Unwilling evidence, and therefore strong, Affords my cause an undesign'd support! How disbelief affirms what it denies ! “ It, unawares, asserts immortal life."Surprising ! infidelity turns out
1325 A creed, and a confesion of our fins : Apoftates, thus, are orthodox divines.
Lorenzo ! with Lorenzo clash no more; Nor longer a transparent vizor wear. Think'st thou, Religion only has her maik ? 1330 Our infidels are Satan's hypocrites, Pretend the worst, and, at the bottom, fail. When visited by thought (thought will intrude),