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And health and peace proclaim’d, bade Nature's
hand Point to the scenes of dim futurity. He on a world, in Gentile darkness lost, Pitying looked down: He to bewilder'd man Bade Spring, with annual admonition, hold Her emblematic taper; not with light Potent each shade of doubt and fear to chase, Yet friendly through the gloom to guide his way, Till the dawn crimson'd, and the impatient East, Shouting for joy, the daystar's advent hail’d.
That star has risen, and with a glow that shames The sun's meridian splendour, has illumined, Eternity! thy wonders : and as hills, Far seen, by telescopic power draw nigh; Regions of bliss and realms of penal doom, More clear, more sure than earth to mortal ken, Beyond the shades of Death to Faith reveals! Yet may this silvan wild, from winter's grasp Now rescued, bid the soul on loftiest hopes Musing elate, anticipate the hour When, at the archangel's voice, the slumbering dust Shall wake, nor earth nor sea withhold her dead : When starting at the crash of bursting tombs, Of mausoleums rent, and pyramids Heaved from their base, the tyrant of the grave, Propp'd on his broken sceptre, while the crown Falls from his head, beholds his prison-house Emptied of all its habitants ; beholds Mortal in immortality absorb’d, Corruptible in incorruption lost.
VANITY OF METAPHYSICAL REA
So to thine early grave didst thou run on,
The minds of us, poor unaccountables,
Rev. W. CROWE.
THE LESSONS TAUGHT BY NATURE. THROUGH Winter's silvan realms in devious course Thus rove our steps. We linger, pleased to note His mien peculiar. Deem we then the face Of changeful seasons varied but to charm The gazing eye, and soothe the vacant mind? Say, is not Nature's ample tome display'd, Even 'to the careless wanderer in the field, With loftier purpose ? Wisdom's dictates pure, Themes of momentous import, character'd By more than human finger, every page Discloses. He, who form'd this beauteous globe So fair, amid her brightest scenes hath hung Fit emblems of a perishable world; And graved on tablets “ He that runs may read' Your fickle date, ye sublunary joys. The buds doth Spring unfold, and thick as dew Spangling the grass the purple bloom diffuse ? Comes a chill blight, and bids the sanguine youth Read in its ravages a lore that tells Of frustrate plans, and hope indulged in vain. Do Summer suns the mead with herbage load, And tinge the ripening year? With sudden rage The thunderstorm descends; the river swells Impatient, leaps the mound; and, while the waves Devour the promised harvest, calls on thee, O man, to tremble for thy daily bread. The faded leaves doth Autumn scatter wide; Or Winter rend the desolated boughs, And lay the fathers of the forest low? Child of the dust, attend! To thee they cry, Each from his whirlwind, Earth is not thy home.'
They bid thee seek, sojourner of a day,
are fled t,
Do Seasons teach in vain ? Doth Nature's voice Sound in dull ears? Has Truth, disclosed from
heaven, With fruitless beams on Nature's volume pour'd New radiance; and her sacred shafts beheld Bound unimpressive from the callous heart? Tremble, insensate triflers! Tremble, mourn, O race obdurate! Ye that slight the love, That mock the vengeance of Eternal Power: Love, on whose wonders raptured angels gaze; Vengeance, in flames to shuddering fiends reveal'd! What yet remains ? The hour, that ends the joys And wakes the throbs of guilt; the hour that cries
Trial is pass'd and judgment reigns;' the hour That bids accusing Memory barb her darts, That brings the fruitless sigh, the conscious pang