To forms of beauty, and by sensual wants Unsensualized the mind, which in the means Learnt to forget the grossness of the end, Best pleasured with its own activity.
And hence Disease that withers manhood's arm, The daggered Envy, spirit-quenching Want, Warriors, and Lords, and Priests-all the sore ills That vex and desolate our mortal life.
Wide-wasting ills! yet each the immediate source Of mightier good. Their keen necessities To ceaseless action goading human thought, Have made Earth's reasoning animal her Lord; And the pale-featured Sage's trembling hand Strong as a host of armed Deities,
Such as the blind Ionian fabled erst.
From avarice thus, from luxury and war Sprang heavenly science; and from science freedom. O'er wakened realms Philosophers and Bards Spread in concentric circles; they whose souls, Conscious of their high dignities from God, Brook not wealth's rivalry! and they who long Enamored with the charms of order hate The unseemly disproportion; and whoe'er Turn with mild sorrow from the victor's car And the low puppetry of thrones, to muse On that blest triumph, when the patriot Sage Called the red lightnings from the o'er-rushing cloud And dashed the beauteous terrors on the earth
Smiling majestic. Such a phalanx ne'er Measured firm paces to the calming sound Of Spartan flute! These on the fated day, When, stung to rage by pity, eloquent men Have roused with pealing voice the unnumbered
That toil and groan and bleed, hungry and blind,— These hushed awhile with patient eye serene Shall watch the mad careering of the storm; Then o'er the wild and wavy chaos rush
And tame the outrageous mass, with plastic might Moulding confusion to such perfect forms,
As erst were wont,-bright visions of the day!— To float before them, when, the summer noon, Beneath some arch'd romantic rock reclined, They felt the sea breeze lift their youthful locks; Or in the month of blossoms, at mild eve, Wandering with desultory feet inhaled
The wafted perfumes, and the flocks and woods And many-tinted streams, and setting sun With all his gorgeous company of clouds Ecstatic gazed! then homeward as they strayed Cast the sad eye to earth, and inly mused Why there was misery in a world so fair. Ah! far removed from all that glads the sense, From all that softens or ennobles Man, The wretched Many! bent beneath their loads They gape at pageant Power, nor recognise Their cots' transmuted plunder! From the tree Of Knowledge, ere the vernal sap had risen, Rudely disbranched! Blest Society! Fitliest depictured by some sun-scorched waste, Where oft majestic through the tainted noon The Simoom sails, before whose purple pomp Who falls not prostrate dies! And where by
Fast by each precious fountain on green herbs The lion couches; or hyæna dips
Deep in the lucid stream his bloody jaws;
Or serpent plants his vast moon-glittering bulk,
Caught in whose monstrous twine Behemoth* yells, His bones loud-crashing!
Whom foul oppression's ruffian gluttony,
Drives from life's plenteous feast!
Who nursed in darkness and made wild by want, Roamest for prey, yea thy unnatural hand
Dost lift to deeds of blood! O pale-eyed form, The victim of seduction, doomed to know Polluted nights and days of blasphemy! Who in loathed orgies with lewd wassailers Must gaily laugh, while thy remembered home Gnaws like a viper at thy secret heart! O aged women! ye who weekly catch The morsel tossed by law-forced charity, And die so slowly, that none call it murder! O loathly suppliants! ye, that unreceived Totter heart-broken from the closing gates Of the full Lazar house, or, gazing, stand, Sick with despair! O ye to glory's field Forced or ensnared, who, as ye gasp in death, Bleed with new wounds beneath the vulture's beak! O thou poor widow, who, in dreams dost view Thy husband's mangled corse, and from short doze Start'st with a shriek; or in thy half-thatched cot Waked by the wintry night-storm, wet and cold, Cow'rst o'er thy screaming baby! Rest awhile, Children of wretchedness! More groans must rise, More blood must stream, or ere your wrongs be full.
* Behemoth, in Hebrew, signifies wild beasts in general. Some believe it is the elephant, some the hippopotamus; some affirm it is the wild bull. Poetically, it designates any large quadruped.
Yet is the day of retribution nigh:
The Lamb of God hath opened the fifth seal: And upward rush on swiftest wing of fire The innumerable multitude of Wrongs By man on man inflicted! Rest awhile, Children of wretchedness! The hour is nigh; And lo! the great, the rich, the mighty Men, The Kings and the chief Captains of the World, With all that fixed on high like stars of Heaven Shot baleful influence, shall be cast to earth, Vile and down-trodden, as the untimely fruit. Shook from the fig-tree by a sudden storm. Even now the storm begins ;* each gentle name Faith and meek Piety, with fearful joy Tremble far-off-for lo! the giant Frenzy Uprooting empires with his whirlwind arm Mocketh high heaven; burst hideous from the cell Where the old Hag, unconquerable, huge, Creation's eyeless drudge, black Ruin, sits Nursing the impatient earthquake.
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
Alluding to the French Revolution.
Brought forth and nurtured: mitred Atheism! And patient Folly who on bended knee
Gives back the steel that stabbed him: and pale Fear
Haunted by ghastlier shapings than surrouna Moon-blasted Madness when he yells at midnight! Return, pure 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,
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