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Man's mind is in a pit, and nothing sees :
Emerge from thy profound; erect thine eye;
See thy distress! how close art thou besieg'd?
Besieg'd by nature, the proud sceptic's foc!
Inclos'd by these innumerable worlds,
Sparkling conviction on the darkest mind,
As in a golden net of providence,
How art thou caught! sure captive of belief!
From this thy blest captivity, what art,
What blasphemy to reason sets thee free?
This scene is heaven's, indulgent violence :
Canst thou bear up against the tide of glory?
What is earth bosom'd in the ambient orbs,
But faith in God impos'd, and press'd on man ?
God is a spirit; spirit cannot strike
These gross, material, organs; God by man
As much is seen, as man a God can see,
In these astonishing exploits of power:
What order, beauty, motion, distance, size!
Apt means! great ends! consent to general good!
Each attribute of these material gods,

A separate conquest gains o'er rebel thought;
And leads in triumph the whole mind of man.

§ 266. Reasons for Belief. "WHAT am I? and from whence?--I nothing know,

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But that I am; and, since I am, conclude
Something eternal: had there e'er been nought,
Nought still had been: eternal there must be:
But what eternal ? Why not human race;
And Adam's ancestors without an end?
That's hard to be conceiv'd; since every link
Of that long-chain'd succession is so frail
Can every part depend, and not the whole?
Yet grant it true; new difficulties rise; [too?
Whence earth, and these bright orbs?-eternal
Grant matter was eternal; still these orbs
Would want some other father:- much design
Is seen in all their motions, all their makes:
Design implies intelligence, and art:

That can't be from themselves, or man: that art
Man scarce can comprehend, could man bestow ?
And nothing greater, yet allow'd, than man.—
Who, motion, foreign to the smallest grain,
Shot thro' vast masses of enormous weight?
Who bid brute matter's relive lump assume
Such various forms, and gave it wings to fly?
Has matter innate motion? Then each atom,
Asserting its indisputable right

To dance, would form an universe of dust:
Has matter none? Then whence these glorious
And boundless flights, from shapeless, and re-
Has matter more than motion? has it thought,
Judgement, and genius? Is it deeply learn'd
In mathematics? Has it fram'd such laws,
Which, but to guess, a Newton made immortal?
If so, how each sage atom laughs at me,
Who think a clod inferior to a man!
If art, to form; and council, to conduct;
And that with greater far than human skill;
Resides not in each block,- -a Godhead reigns.-
Grant then, invisible, eternal, mind;

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Draw I not o'er me still a darker cloud?
Grant I not that which I can ne'er conceive?
A being without origin, or end !
Hail, human liberty! There is no God.
Yet why? on either scheme the knot subsists:
Subsist it must, in God, or human race:
If in the last, how many knots beside,
Indissoluble all?-why choose it there,
Where, chosen, still subsist ten thousand more?
Reject it; where that chosen, all the rest
Dispers'd, leave reason's whole horizon clear?
What vast preponderance is here! Can reason
With louder voice exclaim-Believe a God?
What things impossible must man think true,
On any other system? and how strange
To disbelieve, through mere credulity!"

§ 267. The Power of God infinite. CAN man conceive beyond what God can do? Nothing, but quite-impossible, is hard; He summons into being, with like case, A whole creation, and a single grain. [born!Speaks he the word? a thousand worlds are A thousand worlds? there's space for millions And in what space can his great fiat fail? [more; Still seems my thought enormous? Think again; ;

Experience self shall aid thy lame belief:
Glasses (that revelation to the sight!)
Have they not led us deep in the disclose
Of fine-spun nature, exquisitely small;
And, tho' demonstrated, still ill-conceiv'd?
If, then, on the reverse, the mind would mount
In magnitude, what mind can mount too far,
To keep the balance, and creation poise?
Stupendous Architect! Thou, Thou art all!
My soul flies up and down in thoughts of Thee,
And finds herself but at the centre still!
I Am, thy name! existence all thine own!
Creation's nothing; Alatter'd much, if styl'd
The thin, the fleeting atmosphere of God."
$268. The World sufficient for Man. Con-
templation of the Heavens.

YET why drown fancy in such depths as these?
Return, presumptuous rover! and confess
The bounds of man: nor blame them,as tuo small:
Enjoy we not fall scope in what is seen?
Full ample the dominions of the sun!
Full glorious to behold! how far, how wide,
The matchless monarch from his flaming throne.
Lavish of lustre, throws his beams about him,
Farther and faster, than a thought can fly,
And feeds his planets, with eternal fires?
Beyond this city, why strays human thought?
One wonderful, enough for man to know!
One firmament enough for man to read!
Nor is instruction, here, our only gain;
There dwells a nobler pathos in the skies,
Which warms our passions, proselytes our hearts:
How eloquently shines the glowing pole!
With what authority it gives its charge,
Remonstrating great truths in style sublime.


Tho' silent, loud! heard earth around, above
The planets heard; and not unheard in hell;
Hell has its wonder, tho' too proud to praise.
Divine instructor! thy first volume, this,
For man's perusal; all in capitals!

In moon and stars (heaven's golden alphabet!)
Emblaz'd to seise the sight; who runs, may read;
Who reads, can understand: 'tis unconfin'd,
To Christian land, or Jewry; fairly writ
In language universal, to mankind':
A language, lofty to the learn'd: yet plain,
To those that feed the flock, orguide the plough.
Or from its husk strike out the bounding grain!
A language, worthy the great mind that speaks!
Preface, and comnient, to the sacred page!
Stupendous book of wisdom, to the wise!
Stupendous book! and open'd, Night! by thee.
By thee much open'd, I confess, O Night!
Yet more I wish; say, gentle Night! whose beams
Give us a new creation, and present
The world's great picture, soften'd to the sight;
Say, thou, whose mild dominion's silver key
Unlocks our hemisphere, and sets to view
Worlds without number, worlds conceal'd by day
Behind the proud, and envious star of noon!
Canst thou not draw a deeper scene?—and show
The mighty potentate, to whom belong
These rich regalia, pompously display'd?
O for a glimpse of him my soul adores!
As the chas'd hart, amid the desart waste, [her,
Pants for the living stream; for him who made
pants the thirsty soul, amid the blank
Of sublunary joys: say, goddess! where? [throne?
Where blazes his bright court; where burns his
Thou know'st; for thou art near him; by thee,
His grand pavilion, sacred fame reports, [round


The sable curtain's drawn, if not, can none
Of thy fair daughter-train, so swift of wing,
Who travel far, discover where he dwells?
A star his dwelling pointed out below :
Say, ye, who guide the wilder'd in the waves,
On which hand must I bend my course to find


These courtiers keep the secret of their king;
I wake whole nights, in vain, to steal it from
In ardent contemplation's rapid car, [them.
From earth, as from my barrier, I set out:
How swift I mount; diminish'd earth recedes;
I pass the moon; and, from her farther side,
Pierce heaven's bluecurtain; pause at every planet,
And ask for him, who gives their orbs to roll.
From Saturn's ring, I take my bolder flight,
Amid those sovereign glories of the skies,
Of independent, native lustre, proud,
The souls of system!-What behold I now?
A wilderness of wonders burning round;
Where larger suns inherit higher spheres;
Nor halt I here; my toil is but begun;
'Tis but the threshold of the Deity;
Or, fa beneath it, I am grovelling still.

§ 269. Man's Science the Culture of his Heart. Tis not the curious, but the pious path, That leads me to my point: Lorenzo! know,

Without, or star, or angel, for their guide,
Who worship God, shall find him: humble love,
And not proud reason, keeps the door of heaven;
Love finds admission, where proud science fails.
Man's science is the culture of his heart;
And not to lose his plummet in the depths
Of nature, or the more profound of God:
To fathom nature; (ill attempted here!)
Past doubt, is deep philosophy above;
Higher degrees in bliss archangels take,
As deeper learn'd; the deepest, learning still:
For, what a thunder of omnipotence
Is seen in all! in man! in earth! in skies!
Teaching this lesson, pride is loth to learn-
"Not deeply to discern, not much to know,
"Mankind was born to wonder and adore."

§ 270. The Greatness of God inexpressible. "O WHAT a root! O what a branch is here! O what a father! what a family!

Worlds! systems! and creations!-and creations,
In one agglomerated cluster, hung,
The filial cluster! infinitely spread
Great Vine! on thee: on thee the cluster hangs;
Or, shall I say (for who can say enough?)
In glowing globes, with various being fraught;
A constellation of ten thousand genis,
Set in one signet, flames on the right-hand
That deeply stamps, on all created mind,
Of majesty divine; the blazing seal,
Indelible, his sovereign attributes
Omnipotence and love: nor stop we here,
For want of power in God, but thought in man.
If g
fgreater aught, that greater all is thine,
Dread Sire!
And pardon an attempt from mortal thought,
Accept this miniature of thee;
Inwhich archangels might have fail'd,unblam'd,”

§ 271. The Misery of Sin.

O THOU, ambitious of disgrace alone?
Rank cowardto the fashionable world!
Art thou asham'd to bend thy knee to heaven?
Not all these luminaries, quench'd at once,
Were half so sad, as one benighted mind,
Which gropes for happiness, and meets despair.
How, like a widow in her weeds, the night,
Ainid her glimmering tapers, silent sits!
How sorrowful, how desolate, she weeps
Perpetual dews, and saddens nature's scene!
A scene more sad sin makes the darken'd soul;
All comfort kills, nor leaves one spark alive.

$272. Reason.

THO' blind of heart, still open is thine eye;
Why such magnificence in all thou scest?
Of matter's grandeur, know, one end is this,
To tell the rational, who gazes on it-
Tho' that immensely great, still greater he,
Whose breast, capacious, can embrace, and lodge,
Unburthen'd, nature's universal scheme;
Creation grasp; and not exclude its sire-
Can grasp creation with a single thought;

To tell him farther-It behoves him much

To guard the important, yet depending, fate

Of being, brighter than a thousand suns;
One single ray of thought outshines them all.

$273. Man.

O THOU most awful being! and most vain!
Thy will, how frail! how glorious is thy power!
Tho' dread eternity has sown her seeds
Of bliss, and woe, in thy despotic breast;
Tho' heaven and hell depend upon thy thought,
A butterfly comes cross, and both are fled.
My solemn night-born adjuration hear;
Hear, and I'll raise thy spirit from the dust.

$274. Death.

Haste,haste, sweetstranger! from the peasant'scoff
The ship-boy's hammock, or the soldier's straw,
Whence sorrow never chas'thee:with theebring
Not hideous visions, as of late; but draughts
Delicious of well-tasted, cordial, rest;
Man's rich restorative; his baliny bath,
That supplies, lubricates, and keeps in play,
The various movements of this nice machine.
Sleep winds us up for the succeeding dawn;
Fresh we spin on, till sickness clogs our wheels,
Or death quite breaks the spring, and motion
When will it end with me!

-Thou only know'st, Thou, whose broad eye the future and the past By silence, death's pecu ar attribute!' Joins to the present; thou, and thou alone, By darkness, guilt's inevitable doom : All-knowing!-all unknown! and yet well By darkness, and by silence, sisters dread! Thee, tho' invisible, for ever seen! [known! That draw the curtain round night's ebon throne, Each globe above, with its gigantic race, And seen in all the great, and the minute, And raise ideas, solemn as the scene: By night, and all of awful, night presents Each flower, each leaf, with its small people To thought, or sense, by these her trembling fires, To the first thought, that asks, from whence? swarm'd, [declare By these bright orators, that prove and praise,Their common source, thou fountain running And press thee to revere, the Deity: Perhaps, too, aid thee, when rever'd a while, To reach his throne; as stages of the soul; Thro' which, at different periods, she shall pass, Refining gradual, for her final height; And purging off some dross at every sphere: By this dark pall thrown o'er the silent world By the world's kings, and kingdoms, most renown'd,

From short ambition's zenith set for ever;
By the long list of swift mortality,
From Adam downward to this evening's knell,
Which midnight waves in fancy's startled eye;
And shocks her with a hundred centuries
Round death's black banner throng'd, in human

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By thousands, now, resigning their last breath,
And calling theewert thou so wise to hear:
By tombs o'er tombs arising, human earth;
Ejected, to make room for human earth';
By pompous obsequies, that shun the day,
The torch funereal, and the nodding plume,
Boast of our ruin! triumph of our dust!
By the damp vault that weeps o'er royal bones;
And the pale lamp, that shows the ghastly dead,
More ghastly thro' the thick-incumbent gloom!
By visits (if there are) from darker scenes,
The gliding spectre! and the groaning grove!
By groans and graves, and miseries that
For the grave's shelter by desponding men,
Senseless to pains of death, from pangs of guilt:
By guilt's last audit: by yon moon in blood,
The rocking firmament, the falling stars,
And thunder's last discharge, great nature's
By second chaos; and eternal night [knell!
Be wise-nor let Philander blame my charm;
But own not ill-discharg'd my double debt,
Love to the living; duty to the dead.

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In rivers of communicated joy!
Who gav'st us speech for far, far humbler theines!
Him I see burning in these countless suas,
Say, by what name shall I presume to call

As Moses in the bush? illustrious mind!
How shall I naine Thee?-how my laboring soul
Heaves underneath the thought, too big for birth!

§ 276 Address to the Trinity.
GREAT system of perfections! mighty cause
Of nature, that luxuriant growth of God,
Father of this immeasurable mass
Of matter multiform: mov'd, or at rest:
Father of these bright millions of the night!
Of which the least full Godhead had proclaim'd,
Father of matter's temporary lords!
Father of spirits! nobler offspring! sparks
Of high, paternal glory; rich-endow'd
With various measures, and with various modes
Of instinct, reason, intuition; beams
More pale, or bright from day divine, that raise
Each over other in superior light,
Till the last ripens into lustre strong
Of next approach to Godhead: Father kind
Of intellectual beings; beings blest
With powers to please thee: not of passive ply
To laws they know not; beings lodg'd in seats
Of well adapted joys; in different domes
Of this imperial palace for thy sons.
Or, oh! indulge, immortal King! indulge
A title, less august indeed, but more
Endearing; ah! how sweet in human cars!
Father of immortality to man!
And thou the next! yet equal! thou, by whom
That blessing was convey'd; far more! was

Ineffable the price! by whom all worlds
Were made, and one redeem'd! illustrious light
From light illustrious! Thou, whose regal power,
On more than adamantine basis fix'd,
O'er more, far more, than diadems and thrones

Inviolably reigns; beneath whose foot
And by the mandate of whose awful nod,
All regions, revolutions, fortunes, fates,
Of high, of low, of mind, and matter roll
Through the short channels of expiring time,
Or shoreless ocean of eternity,

In absolute subjection!-and, O Thou
The glorious third! distinct, not separate,
Beaming from both! incorporate
with dust!
By.condescension, as thy glory, great;
Inshrin'd in man! of human hearts, if pure,
Divine inhabitant! the tie divine

Of heaven with distant earth!-mysteriouspow'r!
Reveal'd, —yet unreveal'd! darkness in light!
Number in unity! our joy! our dread!
Tri-une, unutterable, unconceiv'd,
Absconding yet demonstrable, great God!
Greater than greatest! with soft pity's eye,
From thy bright home, from that high firmament,
Where thou, from all eternity, hast dwelt;
Beyond archangels unassisted ken;

Thro' radiant ranks of esscuces unknown;
Thro' hierarchies from hierarchies detach'd,
Round various banners of omnipotence,
With endless change of rapturous duties fir'd;
Thro' wond'rous beings interposing swarms;
All clustring at the call, to dwell in thee;
Thro' this wide waste of worlds - look down-
down - down,

On a poor breathing particle in dust,
Or, lower, an immortal in his crimes:
His crimes forgive! forgive his virtues too!
Those smaller faults; half-converts to the right.
Nor let me close these eyes, which never more
May see the sun (tho' night's descending scale
Now weighs up morn) unpity'd and unblest!
In thy displeasure dwells eternal pain;
And, since all pain is terrible to man,
Gently, ah, gently, lay me in my bed,
My clay-cold bed! by nature, now, so near!
And when (the shelter of thy wing implor'd)
My senses, sooth'd, shall sink in soft repose;
O'sink this truth still deeper in my soul,
Man's sickly soul, tho' turn'd, and toss'd for ever,
From side to side, can rest on nought but thee,
Here, in full trust; hereafter, in full joy.

Thou God and mortal! thence more God to man!

$277.. Conclusion.

THEN, farewell night? of darkness, now no more
Joy breaks, shines, triumphs; 'tis eternal day!
Shall that which rises out of nought complain,
Of a few evils, pay'd with endless joys?
My soul! henceforth, in sweetest union join
The two supports of human happiness,
Which some, erroneous, think can never meet;
True taste of life, and constant thought of death;
Thy patron, he, whose diadem has dropp'd
Yon gems of heav'n; eternity thy prize.
The truth of things new-blazing in its eye,
How must a spirit, late escap'd from earthi,
Look back, astonish'd, on the ways of men,
Whose life's whole drift is to forget their graves!
And when our present privilege is past,
The same astonishment will seise us all.
Scise wisdom, ere 'tis torment to be wise;
What then must pain us, would preserve us now!
That is, seise wisdom, ere she seises thee:
For, what is hell? full knowledge of the truth,
When truth, resisted long, is sworn our foe;
And calls eternity to do her right.

Thus, darkness ailing intellectual light.
And sacred silence whispering truths divine,
And truths divine converting pain to peace,
My song the midnight raven has outwing'd,
And shot, ambitious of unbounded scenes,
Beyond the flaming limits of the world,
Her gloomy flight. But what avails the flight
Of fancy, when our hearts remain below?
Lorenzo! rise, at this auspicious hour;
Virtue abounds in flatterers and foes;
An hour, when heaven's most intimate with man;
When, like a falling star, the ray divine
Glides swift into the bosom of the just;
And just are all, determin'd to reclaim;
Which sets that title high within thy reach,
Awake, then, thy Philander calls, awake,
Thou, who shalt wake, when the creation sleeps:
When, like a taper, all these suns expire:
When time, like him of Gaza, in his wrath
In nature's ample rains lies entomb'd;
Plucking the pillars that support the world,
And midnight, universal midnight! reigns.

Thou canst not 'scape uninjur'd from our praise,O SACRED solitude! divine retreat!
§ 278. Solitude. Young.
Uninjur'd from our praise can he escape,
Who, disembosom'd from the Father, bows
The heaven of heavens, to kiss the distant earth!
Breathes out in agonies a sinless soul!
Against the cross, death's iron sceptre breaks!
Throws wide the gates celestial to his foes!
Their gratitude, for such a boundless debt,
Deputes their suffering brothers to receive!
Injoins it as our duty, to rejoice!
And (to close all) oinnipotently kind,
Takes his delights among the sons of men.
What words are these? And did they come

from heav'n?

And were they spoke to man? to guilty man?
What are all mysteries to love like this?
Rich prelibation of consummate joy!

Choice of the Prudent! envy of the Great!
By thy pure stream, or in thy waving shade,
We court fair wisdom, that celestial maid:
The genuine offspring of her lov'd embrace
(Strangers on earth) are innocence and peace:
There, from the ways of men laid safe ashore,
We smile to hear the distant tempest roar;
There, blest with health, with bus'ness unper-
This life we relish, and ensure the next. [plex'd,
There too the Muses sport; these numbers free,
Picrian Eastbury! I owe to thee.

$279. The Day of Judgement. Young. Lo! the wide theatre, whose ample space Must entertain the whole of human race,

At Heaven's all-powerful edict is prepar'd,
And fenc'd around with an immortal guard.
Tribes, provinces, dominions, worlds, o'erflow
The mighty plain, and deluge all below :
And ev'ry age and nation pours along ;
Nimrod and Bourbon mingle in the throng;
Adam salutes his youngest son; no sign
Of all those ages which their births disjoin.

How empty learning, and how vain is art,
But as it mends the life, and guides the heart!
What volumes have been swell'd, what time been
To fix a hero's birth-day, or descent? [spent,
What joy must it now yield, what rapture raise,
To see the glorious race of antient days?
To greet those worthies who perhaps have stood
Illustrious on record before the flood?
Alas! a nearer care your soul demands:
Cæsar unnoted in your presence stands.

How vast the concourse! not in number more
The waves that break on the resounding shore,
The leaves that tremble in the shady grove,
The lamps that gild the spangled vaults above;
Those overwhelming armies, whose command
Said to one empire, fall; another, stand;
Whose rear lay wrapt in night, while breaking

Rous'd the broad front, and call'd the battle on;
Great Xerxes' world in arms, proudCanna's field,
Where Carthage taught victorious Rome to yield,
(Another blow had broke the Fates decree,
And carth had wanted her fourth monarchy.)
Immortal Blenheim, fam'd Ramillia's host,
They all are here, and here they all are lost :
Their millions swell to be discern'd in vain,
Lost as a billow in th' unbounded main.

This echoing voice now rends the yielding air:
Forjudgement,judgement, sonsofmen, prepare!"
Earth shakes anew; I hear her groans profound,
And hell thro' all her trembling realms resound.
Whoe'er thou art, thou greatest pow'r of earth.
Blest with most equal planets at thy birth,
Whose valor drew the most successful sword,
Most realms united in one common lord;
Who on the day of triumph, said'st, Be thine
The skies, Jehovah, all this world is mine;
Dare not to lift thine eye― Alas, my Muse!
Howartthoulost! whatnumbers canst thouchoose?

A sudden blush inflames the waving sky,
And now the crimson curtains open fly;
Lo! far within, and far above all height,
Whereheaven's greatSoy'reign reigns in worlds of

Whence nature He informs, and with one ray
Shot from his eye, does all her works survey,
Creates,supports,confounds! wheretimeandplace,
Matter, and form, and fortune, life, and grace,
Wait humbly at the footstool of their God,
And move obedient at his awful nod;
Whence he beholds us yagrant emmets crawl
At random on this air-suspended ball
(Speck of creation!); if he pour one breath,
The bubble breaks, and 'tis eternal death.

Thence issuing I behold (but mortal sight
Sustains not such a rushing sea of light!

I see on an empereal flying throne
Sublimely rais'd, Heaven's everlasting Son;
Crown'dwith that majestywhichform'dihe world,
And the grand rebel flaining downward hurl'd.
Virtue, dominion, praise, omnipotence,
Support the train of their triumphant Prince.
A zone, beyond the thought of angels bright,
Around him, like the zodiac, winds its light.
Night shades the solemn arches of his brows,
And in his cheek the purple morning glows.
Where'er serene he turns propitious eyes,
Or we expect, or find, a paradise:
But if resentment reddens their mild beams,
The Eden kindles, and the world's in flames.
On one hand, knowledge shines in purest lights
On one, the sword of justice, fiercely bright.
Now bend the knce in sport, present the reed;
Now tell the scourg'd Impostor he shall bleed!

Thus glorious, thro' the courts of heaven, the
Of life and death eternal bends his course; [source
Loud thunders round him roll, and lightningsplay,
Th' angelic host is rang'd in bright array;
Some touch the string, some strike the sounding
And mingling voices in rich concert swell; [shell;
Voices seraphic! blest with such a strain,
Could Satan hear, he were a god again.

Triumphant King of Glory! Soul of bliss!
What a stupendous turn of fate is this!
O! whither art thou rais'd above the scorn
And indigence of him in Bethlem born;
A needless, helpless, unaccounted guest,
And but a second to the fodder'd beast!
How chang'd fromhim, who meekly prostratelaid,
Vouchsaf'd to wash the feet himself had made!
From him who was betray'd, forsook, denied,
Wept, languish'd, pray'd, bled, thirsted, groan'd,
and died;

Hung, pierc'd and bare, insulted by the foe;
Allheaven in tears above,earthunconcern'dbelow!
And was 't enough to bid the Sun retire?
Why did not Nature at thy groan expire?
see, I hear, I feel, the pangs divine;
The world is yanish'd-I am wholly thine.


Mistaken Caiaphas! ah! which blasphein'd, Thou or thy pris'ner? which shall be condemn'd? Well might'st thou rend thy garments, well exDeep are the horrors of eternal flame! [claim; But God is good! 'tis wond'rous all! ev'n He Thou gav'st to death,shame,torture,died for thee,

Now the descending triumph stops its flight From earth full twice a planetary height. There all the clouds condens'd two columns raise Distinct with orient veins and golden blaže: One fix'd on earth, and one in sea; and round Its ample foot the swelling billows sound. These an immeasurable arch support. The grand tribunal of this awful court. Sheets of bright azure from the purest sky, Stream from the crystal archi, and round the columns fly.

Death, wrapt in chains, low at the basis lies, And on the point of his own arrow dies.

Here high enthron'd th' eternal Judge is plac'd With all the grandeur of his Godhead grac'd;


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