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Yet is the day of retribution nigh:
O return! Pure Faith! meek Piety! The abhorred Form Whose scarlet robe was stiff with earthly pomp, Who drank iniquity in cups of gold, Whose names were many and all blasphemous, Hath met the horrible judgment! Whence that cry? The mighty army of foul Spirits shrieked Disherited of earth! For she hath fallen On whose black front was written Mystery ; She that reeled heavily, whose wine was blood; She that worked whoredom with the Demon Power, And from the dark embrace all evil things
Brought forth and nurtured : mitred Atheism !
Faith! return, meek Piety! The kingdoms of the world are yours : each heart Self-governed, the vast family of Love Raised from the common earth by common toil Enjoy the equal produce. Such delights As float to earth, permitted visitants ! When in some hour of solemn jubilee The massy gates of Paradise are thrown Wide open,
and forth come in fragments wild Sweet echoes of unearthly melodies, And odors snatched from beds of amaranth. And they, that from the crystal river of life Spring up on freshened wing, ambrosial gales ! The favored good man in his lonely walk Perceives them, and his silent spirit drinks Strange bliss which he shall recognise in heaven. And such delights, such strange beatitudes Seize on my young anticipating heart When that blest future rushes on my view ! For in his own and in his father's might The Saviour comes! While as the Thousand Years Lead up their mystic dance, the Desert shouts ! Old Ocean claps his hands The mighty Dead Rise to new life, whoe'er from earliest time With conscious zeal had urged Love's wondrous plan Coadjutors of God. To Milton's trump The high groves of the renovated Earth Unbosom their glad echoes; inly hushed,
Adoring Newton his serener eye
0 Years ! the blest pre-eminence of Saints !
* David Hartley
+ Rev. chap. iv. v. 2 and 3.–And immediately I was in the Spirit; and, behold, a Throne was set in Heaven, and one sat on the Throne. And he that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone, &c.
# The final destruction impersonated.
Shall swear by Him, the ever-living One,
Believe thou, O my soul, Life is a vision shadowy of Truth; And vice, and anguish, and the wormy grave, Shapes of a dream! The veiling clouds retire, And lo! the Throne of the redeeming God Forth flashing unimaginable day, Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell. Contemplant Spirits ! ye that hover o'er With untired gaze the immeasurable fount Ebullient with creative Deity ! And ye of plastic power, that interfused Roll through the grosser and material mass In organizing surge! Holies of God! (And what if Monads of the infinite mind) I haply journeying my immortal course Shall sometime join your mystic choir. Till then I discipline my young and novice thought In ministeries of heart-stirring song, And aye on Meditation's heaven-ward wing Soaring aloft I breathe the empyreal air Of Love, omnific, omnipresent Love, Whose day-spring rises glorious in my soul As the great Sun, when he his influence Sheds on the frost-bound waters—The glad stream Flows to the ray, and warbles as it flows.
THE DESTINY OF NATIONS.
A USPICIOUS Reverence !
Hush the meaner song, Ere we the deep preluding strain have poured To the Great Father, only Rightful King, Eternal Father! King Omnipotent! To the Will Absolute, the One, the Good ! The I AM, the Word, the Life, the Living God!
Such symphony requires best instrument.
For what is freedom, but the unfetter'd use
But some there are who deem themselves most free When they within this gross and visible sphere