And fure 'tis better, if Heaven would give confent, To have no being; but they must remain, O inexpreffible, stupendous punishment, But now, the eastern skies expanding wide, Round him the bright ethereal armies fly, All glory, power, dominion, majesty, To the Effential One, and Co-cternal Three. With mighty transports, yet with awful fears, And feated on a throne of everlafting light. The peers and princes of the fay, And now that God they did to death adore, bore Returns to place them on thofe thrones above, Where,undifturh'd, uncloy'd, they will poffels Divine, fubftantial happiness, Unbounded as his power, and lafting as his love. Go, bring, the Judge impartial, frowning, cries, Thofe rebel fons, who did my laws defpife; Whom neither threats nor promifes could move, Not all my fufferings, nor all my love, To fave themselves from everlasting miferies. At this ten millions of archangels flew Swifter than lightning, or the fwifteft thought, And less than in an inftant brought The wretched, curs'd, infernal crew; Who with diftorted aspects come, To hear their fad, intolerable doom. Alas! they cry, one beam of mercy fhew, Thou all-forgiving Deity! To pardon crimes is natural to thee: And we must go into a gulf of fire, (For who can with Omnipotence contend?) Grant, for thou art a God, it may at laft expire, And all our tortures have an end. Eternal burnings, O, we cannot bear! Though now our bodies too immortal are, Let them be pungent to the last degree: And let our pains innumerable be; But let them not extend to all eternity! Lo, now there does no place remain The dye is caft, and not to be recall'd again. Attended by their guardian angels come Come, now, my friends, he cries, ye fons of grace, Partakers once of all my wrongs and shame, Defpis'd and hated for my name; Come to your Saviour's and your God's embrace; Afcend, and thofe bright diadems poffefs. For you by my eternal Father made, Ere the foundation of the world was laid; And that furprising happiness, Immenfe as my own Godhead, and will ne'er be lefs. For when I languishing in prifon lay, Naked, and ftarv'd almost for want of bread, You did your kindly vilits pay, Both cloth d my body, and my hunger fed Weary'd with fickuefs, or oppreis'd with grief, Your hand was always ready to fupply: Whene'er I wanted, you were always by, To fhare my forrows, or to give relief. In all diftrefs, fo tender was her love, I could no anxious trouble bear; No black misfortune, or vexatious care, But you were fill impatient to remove, And mourn'd, your charitable hand fhould unfuccefsful prove: All this you did, though not to me In perfon, yet to mine in mifery : . And fhall forever live In all the glories that a God can give, Or a created being's able to receive. At this the architects divine on high Innumerable thrones of glory raise, On which they, in appointed order, place, The human coheirs of eternity, And with united hymns the God incarnate praife: O holy, holy, holy Lord, Eternal God, Almighty One, Be Thou for ever, and be Thou alone, Who from non-entity gave birth To angels and to men, to heaven and to earth, Yet always waft Thyfelf, and wilt for ever be. But for thy mercy, we had ne'er poffeft These thrones, and this immense felicity; Could ne'er have been fo infinitely bleft! Therefore, all Glory, Power, Dominion, Majefty, To Thee, O Lamb of God, to Thee, Then the incarnate Godhead turns his face Whilft with their God the righteous mount on high, In glorious triumph paffing through the sky, The joys immense, and everlasting ecstasy, REASON: A POEM. Written in the year 1700. UNHAPPY man! who, through fucceffive years, But quickly dying, it forfakes us foon, We mourn in darkness, and despair of day: Of night and day, of funfhine and of fhade. That little knowledge now which man obtains, With pain we travel, as through moorish ground, How fhall we know which articles are true, Should unturn'd nature crave the medic art, When Gibfon, learned Hannes, and Tyfon, fail. Miffing the gout, by chance has hit the ftone; We feldom use our liberty aright. The foul in chains, and lord it o'er the mind; Good Heavens! that man should thus himfelf Does not that foolish deference we pay To men that liv'd long fince, our paffage ftay? What odd, prepofterous paths at first we tread, And learn to walk by ftumbling on the dead! First we a blessing from the grave implore, Worfhip old urns, and monuments adore! The reverend fage, with vaft eficem, we prize: He liv'd long fince, and must be wondrous wife! Thus are we debtors to the famous dead, For all thofe errors which their fancies bred: Errors indeed for real knowledge stay'd With those first times, not farther was convey'd: While light opinions are much lower brought, For on the waves of ignorance they float: But folid truth fcarce ever gains the shore, So foon it finks, and ne'er emerges more. Suppofe thofe many dreadful dangers paft, Will knowledge dawn, and blefs the mind at laft? Ah! no, 'tis now environ'd from our eyes, How do we know that what we know is true? This is the eafy purchase of the mind, Some nobler bard, O facred Power, inspire, I rife, the mountains leffen and retire; Nor mortal knows, as yet, what wonders will enfue We pafs'd through regions of unfullied light; At last the peft flew off, and thus I fpoke: "Say, Sacred Guide, fhall this bright clime "Survive the fatal test of time, "Or perish, with our mortal globe below, "When yon fun no longer fhines?" Straight I finifh'd- -veiling low; The vifionary Power rejoins: ""Tis not for you to afk, nor mine to fay, "The niceties of that tremendous day. "Know, when o'er-jaded Time his round has « run, "And finish'd are the radiant journeys of the fun, "The great decifive morn fhall rife, "And Heaven's bright Judge appear in opening "fkies! "Eternal grace and justice he'll bestow "On all the trembling world below." He faid. I mus'd, and thus return'd: "What enfigns, courteous ftranger, tell, "Shall the brooding day reveal?" He answer'd mild "Already, ftupid with their crimes, "Blind mortals proftrate to their idols lie: "Such were the boding times, "Ere ruin blafted from the fluicy fky; "Diffolv'd they lay in fulfome case, "And revel'd in luxuriant peace; "In bacchanals they did their hours confume, "And bacchanals led on their fwift advancing "doom." Adulterate Chrifts already rife, And dare t' affuage the angry fkies; Erratic throngs their Saviour's blood deny, And from the Crofs, alas! he does neglected figh; [head, The Anti-Chriftian Power has rais'd his Hydra And ruin, only less than Jesus' health, does spread. So long the gore through poifon'd veins has flow'd, That fcarcely ranker is a Fury's blood; Yet fpecious artifice, and fair disguise, The monster's fhape, and curft defign, belies: A fiend's black venom, in an angel's mien, He quaffs, and fcatters the contagious fpleen Straight, when he finishes his lawless reign, Nature fhall paint the fhining fcene, Quick as the lightning which infpires the train. Reverse all Nature's web fhall run, And fpotlefs mifrule all around, Order, its flying foe, confound; Whilft backward all the threads fhall hafte to be unfpun. Triumphant Chaos, with his oblique wand, (The wand with which, ere time begun, His wandering flaves he did command, And made them fcamper right, and in rude ranges run) The hoftile harmony fhall chace; And as the nymph refigns her place, And panting to the neighbouring refuge flies, The formless ruffian flaughters with his eyes, And following ftorms the pearching dame's retreat, Adding the terror of his threat; The globe fhall faintly tremble round, And plung'd into the opening gulf of night; A fabre of immortal flame I bore, And, with this arm, his flourishing plume I tore, And straight the fiend retreated from the fight. Mean time the lambient prodigies on high And their each nimble turn, and radiant embally. The moon turns paler at the fight, And all the blazing orbs deny their light; Which o'er the trembling world prevail; Of Night, that fpreads her ebon curtains round. And there erects her royal ftand, [bound In feven-fold winding jet her confcious temples The stars, next farting from their spheres, And meditate new wars, What mimics them fo twinkling there; And agonize in warm defire, Or flake their luft, as in the stream they roll. The Mighty Judge rides in tempeftuous state, Whilft mighty guards his orders wait : His waving veftments shine Bright as the fun, which lately did its beam refign, And burnish'd wreaths of light shall make his form divine. {play, Strong beams of majesty around his temples And the tranfcendent gaiety of his face allay : His Father's reverend characters he'll wear, And both o'erwhelm with light, and over-awe with fear. Myriads of angels fhall be there, And I, perhaps, close the tremendous rear; Angels, the first and fairest fons of day, [gay. Clad with eternal youth, and as their veftiments Louder he'll blow, and it shall speak more thrill, Than when, from Sinai's hill, In thunder through the horrid reddening (moke, Th' Almighty fpoke, We'll fhout around with martial joy, And thrice the vaulted fkies fhall rend, and thrice our fhouts reply. Then first th' Archangels voice, aloud, And I, perhaps, shall close the song. From its long fleep all human race fhall rife, And fee the morn and Judge advancing in the fkies: |