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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,



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Your souls have quite worn out the make of heaven,
By vice new-cast, and creatures of your own : 1215
But though you can deform, you can't destroy ;
To curse, not uncreate, is all your power.

Lorenzo! this black brotherhood renounce;
Renounce St. Evremont, and read St. Paul.
Ere, rapt by miracle, by reason wing’d,
His mounting mind made long abode in heaven.
This is freethinking, unconfin'd to parts,
To send the soul, on curious travel bent,
Through all the provinces of human thought;
Todart her flight through the whole sphere of man ; 1225
Of this vast universe to make the tour;
In each recess of space, and time, at home ;
Familiar with their wonders; diving deep;
And, like a prince of boundless interests there,
Still molt ambitious of the most remote;

To look on truth unbroken, and intire;
Truth in the system, the full orb; where truths
By truths enlighten'd, and sustain'd, afford
An arch-like, strong foundation, to support
Th’incumbent weight of absolute, complete 1235
Conviction; here, the more we press, we stand
More firm; who most examine, most believe.
Parts, like half-sentences, confound; the whole
Conveys the sense, and God is understood;
Who not in fragments writes to human race : 1240
Read his whole volume, sceptic! then reply.

This, this, is thinking free, a thought that grasps
Beyond a grain, and looks beyond an hour.





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,


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And two of death ; the last far more severe.
Life animal is nurtur’d by the sun;

Thrives on his bounties, triumphs in his beanis.
Life rational fubfists on higher food,
Triumphant in His beams, who made the day.
When we leave that sun, and are left by this,
(The fate of all who die in stubborn guilt)
'Tis utter darkness; strictly double death.
We sink by no judicial stroke of heaven,
But nature's course; as sure as plumbets fall.
Since God, or man, must alter, ere they meet,
(Since light and darkness blend not in one fphere) 1285
'Tis manifest, Lorenzo ! who must change.

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.
Man falls by man, if finally he falls;

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),

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