Her death*-my own at hand-the fiery gulf, It strengthens what it strikes; its wholesome dread 476 480 The thunder as the sun. A stagnate mass Of vapours breeds a pestilential air. 485 And, in their use, eclipses learr to shine. These we call wretched are a chosen band, 495 Stand this the foremost, 'That my heart has bled.' 'Tis Heaven's last effort of good will to man. When pain can't bless, Heaven quits us in despair! 500 Reason absolves the grief which reason ends. May Heaven ne'er trust my friend with happiness, Till it has taught him how to bear it well 505 By previous pain, and made it safe to smile! Such smiles are mine, and such may they remain, * Lucia. My change of heart a change of style demands; 510 And makes a convert of my guilty song. As when o'erlabour'd, and inclined to breathe, A panting traveller some rising ground, 515 Some small ascent, has gain'd, he turns him round,✩ Thus I, though small, indeed, is that ascent The Muse has gain'd, review the paths she trod, 520 And, conscious of her prudence in repose, The Muse has stray'd, and much of sorrow seen 525 530 Though not in form, nor with a Raphael stroke, 535 For peace on earth, or prospect of the skies. 541 What then remains? much! much! a mighty debt To be discharged. These thoughts, O Night! are thine; From thee they came, like lovers' secret sighs, While others siept. So Cynthia (poets feign,) In shadows veil'd, soft-sliding from her sphere, Her shepherd cheer'd; of her enamour'd less Than I of thee.-And art thou still unsung, Beneath whose brow, and by whose aid, I sing 548 immortal Silence! where shall I begin? Where end? or how steal music from the spheres O majestic Night' 550 By mortals and immortals seen with awe! A starry crown thy raven brow adorns, An azure zone thy waist; clouds, in heaven's loom Wrought through varieties of shape and shade, In ample folds of drapery divine, Thy flowing mantle form, and, heaven throughout, Voluminously pour thy pompous train: 555 Thy gloomy grandeurs (Nature's most august, 560 Drawn o'er my labours past, shall close the scene. 565 The soul of man, His face design'd to see Who gave these wonders to be seen by man, 570 And give her whole capacities that strength Which best may qualify for final joy. 575 The more our spirits are enlarged on earth, The deeper draught shall they receive of heaven. [bliss, 580 Heaven's King! whose face unveil'd consummates Redundant bliss! which fills that mighty void The whole Creation leaves in human hearts! Thou! who didst touch the lip of Jesse's son, Rapp'd in sweet contemplation of these fires, And set his harp in concert with the spheres, While of thy works material the supreme I dare attempt, assist my daring song: 585 Loose me from Earth's enclosure; from the Sun s Through provinces of thought yet unexplored; 590 595 Lorenzo! come, and warm thee: thou, whose heart, Whose little heart, is moor'd within a nook Of this obscure terrestrial, anchor weigh; 600 605 610 We'll, innocently, steal celestial fire, 615 And kindle our devotion at the stars; A theft that shall not chain, but set thee free. 620 The brew of thunders, and the flaming forge Which soon, perhaps, shall shake a guilty world; 625 Far travel'd comets' calculated blaze, Elance thy thought, and think of more than man 630 Stars teach, as well as shine. At Nature's birth The stars will light thee, though the moon should fail. 640 This prospect vast, what is it ?—Weigh'd aright 'Tis Nature's system of divinity, And every student of the night inspires. 'Tis elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand; Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man. 645 Lorenzo! with my radius (the rich gift Of thought nocturnal) I'll point out to thee Its various lessons; some that may surprise Little, perhaps, expected in her school, 650 Nor thought to grow on planet or on star, Bulls, lions, scorpions, monsters here we feign, Ourselves more monstrous, not to see what here Exists, indeed,-a lecture to mankind! What read we here ?-the' existence of a God? 655 Yes and of other beings, man above; : Natives of ether! sons of higher climes! And, what may move Lorenzo's wonder more, |