NATURE UNIMPAIRED BY TIME.
Aн, how the human mind wearies herself With her own wanderings, and, involved in gloom Impenetrable, speculates amiss!
Measuring in her folly things divine
By human; laws inscribed on adamant
By laws of man's device; and counsels fix'd For ever, by the hours that pass and die. How?-shall the face of nature then be plough'd Into deep wrinkles, and shall years at last On the great parent fix a sterile curse? Shall even she confess old age, and halt, And, palsy-smitten, shake her starry brows? Shall foul antiquity with rust, and drought, And famine, vex the radiant worlds above? Shall Time's unsated maw crave and ingulf The very heavens, that regulate his flight? And was the sire of all able to fence
His works, and to uphold the circling worlds, But, through improvident and heedless haste Let slip the occasion ?-so then—all is lost— And in some future evil hour, yon arch
Shall crumble, and come thundering down, the poles Jar in collision, the Olympian king,
Fall with his throne, and Pallas, holding forth
The terrors of the Gorgon shield in vain,
Shall rush to the abyss, like Vulcan hurl'd
Down into Lemnos, through the gate of heaven. Thou also, with precipitated wheels, Phoebus! thy own son's fall shalt imitate, With hideous ruin shalt impress the deep Suddenly, and the flood shall reek, and hiss, At the extinction of the lamp of day. Then too shall Hamus, cloven to his base, Be shatter d, and the huge Ceraunian hills, Once weapons of Tartarean Dis, immersed In Erebus, shall fill himself with fear.
No. The Almighty Father surer laid His deep foundations, and providing well For the event of all, the scales of fate Suspended in just equipoise, and bade His universal works, from age to age, One tenour hold, perpetual, undisturb❜d. Hence the prime mover wheels itself about Continual, day by day, and with it bears, In social measure swift, the heavens around. Not tardier now is Saturn than of old, Nor radiant less the burning casque of Mars. Phoebus, his vigour unimpair'd, still shows The effulgence of his youth, nor needs the god A downward course, that he may warm the vales; But, ever rich in influence, runs his road, Sign after sign, through all the heavenly zone. Beautiful, as at first, ascends the star From odoriferous Ind, whose office is To gather home betimes the ethereal flock, To pour them o'er the skies again at eve,
And to discriminate the night and day. Still Cynthia's changeful horn waxes and wanes Alternate, and with arms extended still
She welcomes to her breast her brother's beams. Nor have the elements deserted yet
Their functions; thunder with as loud a stroke As erst smites through the rocks and scatters them. The east still howls; still the relentless north Invades the shuddering Scythian, still he breathes The winter, and still rolls the storms along. The king of ocean, with his wonted force, Beats on Pelorus; o'er the deep is heard The hoarse alarm of Triton's sounding shell; Nor swim the monsters of the Ægean sea In shallows, or beneath diminish'd waves. Thou too, thy ancient vegetative power Enjoy'st, O Earth! Narcissus still is sweet; And Phoebus! still thy favourite, and still Thy favourite Cytherea! both retain Their beauty; nor the mountains, ore-enrich'd For punishment of man, with purer gold Teem'd ever, or with brighter gems the deep. Thus in unbroken series all proceeds; And shall, till wide involving either pole, And the immensity of yonder heaven, The final flames of destiny absorb
The world, consumed in one enormous pyre!
ON THE PLATONIC IDEA AS IT WAS UNDERSTOOD BY ARISTOTLE.
YE sister powers, who o'er the sacred groves Preside, and thou, fair mother of them all, Mnemosyne! and thou who, in thy grot Immense, reclined at leisure, hast in charge The archives and the ordinances of Jove, And dost record the festivals of heaven, Eternity!-inform us who is He,
That great original, by nature chosen To be the archetype of human kind, Unchangeable, immortal, with the poles Themselves coëval, one, yet every where, An image of the God who gave him being? Twin-brother of the goddess born from Jove, He dwells not in his father's mind, but, though Of common nature with ourselves, exists Apart, and occupies a local home-
Whether, companion of the stars, he spend Eternal ages, roaming at his will
From sphere to sphere the tenfold heavens, or dwell On the moon's side that nearest neighbours earth, Or torpid on the banks of Lethe sit
Among the multitude of souls ordain'd
To flesh and blood; or whether (as may chance) That vast and giant model of our kind In some far distant region of this globe
Sequester'd stalk with lifted head on high O'ertowering Atlas, on whose shoulders rest The stars, terrific even to the gods.
Never the Theban seer, whose blindness proved His best illumination, him beheld
In secret vision; never him the son
Of Pleione, amid the noiseless night Descending, to the prophet-choir reveal'd; Him never knew the Assyrian priest, who yet The ancestry of Ninus' chronicles,
And Belus, and Osiris, far renown'd;
Nor even thrice great Hermes, although skill'd So deep in mystery, to the worshippers Of Isis show'd a prodigy like him.
And thou, who hast immortalized the shades Of Academus, if the schools received This monster of the fancy first from thee, Either recall at once thy banish'd bards To thy republic, or thyself, evinced
A wilder fabulist, go also forth.
OH that Pieria's spring would through my breast Pour its inspiring influence, and rush
No rill, but rather an o'erflowing flood; That, for my venerable father's sake
All meaner themes renounced, my muse, on wings Of duty borne, might reach a loftier strain!
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