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Then raise the song, the gen'ral anthem raise, And swell the concert of eternal praise. Assist, ye orbs, that form this boundless whole, Which in the womb of space unnumber'd roll; Ye planets, who compose our lesser scheme, And bend, concertive, round the solar frame; Thou eye of Nature, whose extensive ray With endless charms adorns the face of day; Consenting raise th' harmonious joyful sound, And bear his praises through the vast profound. His praise, ye winds that fan the cheerful air, Swift as they pass along your pinions bear. His praise let ocean through her realms display, Far as her circling billows can convey: His praise, ye misty vapours, wide diffuse, In rains descending, or in milder dews. His praises whisper, ye majestic trees, As your tops rustle to the gentle breeze. His praise around, ye flow'ry tribes, exhale, Far as your sweets embalm the spicy gale. His praise, ye dimpled streams, to earth reveal, As pleas'd ye murmur through the flow'ry valé. His praise, ye feather'd choirs, distinguish'd sing, As to your notes the vocal forests ring. His praise proclaim, ye monsters of the deep, Who in the vast abyss your revels keep. Or ye,
fair natives of our earthly scene, Who range
the wilds, or haunt the pasture green. Nor thou, vain lord of Earth, with careless ear The universal hymn of worship hear: But ardent in the sacred chorus join, Thy transported with the task divine; While by his works th’ Almighty is confessid, Supremely glorious, and supremely bless'd!
Great Lord of life! from whom this humble frame Derives the pow'r to sing thy holy name, Forgive the lowly Muse, whose artless lay Has dar'd thy sacred attributes survey! Delighted oft through Nature's beauteous field Has she ador'd thy wisdom bright reveald; Oft have her wishes aim'd the secret song, But awful rev'rence still withheld her tongue. Yet as thy bounty lent the reas'ning beam, As feels my conscious breast thy vital flame, So, bless'd Creator, let thy servant pay His mite of gratitude this feeble way; Thy goodness own, thy providence adore, And yield thee only-what was thine before.
ORDER AND SUBORDINATION THROUGH ALL THE
WORKS OF GOD.
Far as creation's ample range extends
The scale of sensual, mental, powers ascends :
Mark how it mounts to man's imperial race
From the green myriads in the peopled grass :
What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme,
The mole's dim curtain and the lynx's beam!
Of smell, the headlong lioness between
And hound sagacious on the tainted green!
Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood
To that which warbles through the vernal wood!
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line:
In the nice bee what sense so subtly true,
From poisonous herbs extracts the healing dew!
How instinct varies in the grovelling swine,
Compar'd, half reasoning elephant, with thine!
"Twixt that and reason what a nice barrier!
For ever separate, yet for ever near!
Remembrance and reflection how allied !
What thin partitions sense from thought divide!
And middle natures how they long to join,
Yet never pass th' insuperable line!
Without this just gradation could they be
Subjected these to those, or all to thee?
The powers of all subdued by thee alone,
Is not thy reason all these powers in one?
See through this air, this ocean, and this earth,
All matter quick and bursting into birth!
Above, how high progressive life may go!
Around, how wide! how deep, extend below!
Vast chain of being! which from God began;
Natures ethereal, human, angel, man,
Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see,
No glass can reach; from infinite to thee;
From thee to nothing-On superior powers
Were we to press, inferior might on ours;
Or in the full creation leave a void,
Where one step broken, the great scale's destroy'd:
From Nature's chain whatever link you strike,
Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike,
And if each system in gradation roll,
Alike essential to th' amazing whole,
The least confusion but in one, not all
That system only, but the whole must fall.
Let Earth unbalanc'd from her orbit fly,
Planets and suns run lawless through the sky;
Let ruling angels from their spheres be hurld,
Being on being wreck’d, and world on world;
Heaven's whole foundations to their centre nod,
And nature tremble to the throne of God.
All this dread order break-for whom ! for thee?
Vile worm !-0 madness! pride! impiety!
What if the foot, ordain'd the dust to tread,
Or hand to toil, aspir'd to be the head ?
What if the head, the eye, or ear, repin'd
To serve mere engines to the ruling mind ?
Just as absurd for any part to claim
To be another in this general frame;
Just as absurd to mourn the tasks or pains
The great directing Mind of All ordains.
are but parts of one stupendous whole;
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul:
That chang'd through all, and yet in all the same,
Great in the Earth as in th' ethereal frame,
Warms in the Sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees;
Lives through all life, extends through all extent,
Spreads undivided, operates unspent;
Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part,
As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart;
, as perfect, in vile man that mourns,
As the rapt seraph that adores and burns :
To him no high, no low, no great, no small;
He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all!
Cease then, nor order imperfection name;
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
Know thy own point: this kind, this due degree
Of blindness, weakness, Heaven bestows on thee.
Submit-In this or any other sphere,
Secure to be as bless'd as thou canst bear;
Safe in the hand of one disposing Pow'r,
Or in the natal or the mortal hour.
All nature is but art unknown to thee;
All chance direction, which thou can'st not see;
All discord, harmony not understood ;
All partial evil, universal good:
And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, whatever is is right.
THE PHILOSOPHY THAT STOPS AT SECONDARY
HAPPY the man, who sees a God employed
In all the good and ill that checker life!
Resolving all events, with their effects
And manifold results, into the will
And arbitration wise of the Supreme.
Did not his eye rule all things, and intend
The least of our concerns (since from the least
The greatest oft originate); could chance
Find place in his dominion, or dispose
One lawless particle to thwart his plan;
Then God might be surpris’d, and unforeseen
Contingence might alarm him, and disturb
The smooth and equal course of his affairs.
This truth Philosophy, though eagle ey'd
In nature's tendencies, oft overlooks;
And, having found his instrument, forgets,
Or disregards, or, more presumptuous still,
Denies the pow'r that wields it. God proclaims
His hot displeasure against foolish men,
That live an atheist life: involves the Heav'ns
In tempests; quits his grasp upon the winds,
And gives them all their fury; bids a plague
Kindle a fiery boil upon the skin,