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- Religious Musings[;] A Desultory Poem, Written in the Christmans Eve of
1794
Religious Musings[;] A Desultory Poem, Written in the Christmans Eve of
1794
- 1This is the time, when most divine to hear,
- 2The voice of Adoration rouses me,
- 3As with a Cherub's trump: and high upborne,
- 4Yea, mingling with the Choir, I seem to view
- 5The vision of the heavenly multitude,
- 6Who hymned the song of Peace o'er Bethlehem's fields!
- 7Yet thou more bright than all the Angel-blaze,
- 8That harbingered thy birth, Thou Man of Woes!
- 9Despiséd Galilaean! For the Great
- 10Invisible (by symbols only seen)
- 11With a peculiar and surpassing light
- 12Shines from the visage of the oppressed good man,
- 13When heedless of himself the scourgéd saint
- 14Mourns for the oppressor. Fair the vernal mead,
- 15Fair the high grove, the sea, the sun, the stars;
- 16True impress each of their creating Sire!
- 17Yet nor high grove, nor many-colour'd mead,
- 18Nor the green ocean with his thousand isles,
- 19Nor the starred azure, nor the sovran sun,
- 20E'er with such majesty of portraiture
- 21Imaged the supreme beauty uncreate,
- 22As thou, meek Saviour! at the fearful hour
- 23When thy insulted anguish winged the prayer
- 24Harped by Archangels, when they sing of mercy!
- 25Which when the Almighty heard from forth his throne
- 26Diviner light filled Heaven with ecstasy!
- 27Heaven's hymnings paused: and Hell
her yawning mouth
- 28Closed a brief moment.
- 29Lovely was the death
- 30Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power
- 31He on the thought-benighted Sceptic beamed
- 32Manifest Godhead, melting into day
- 33What floating mists of dark idolatry
- 34Broke and misshaped the omnipresent Sire:[110:1]
- 35And first by Fear uncharmed the drowséd Soul.
- 36Till of its nobler nature it 'gan feel
- 37Dim recollections; and thence soared to Hope,
- 38Strong to believe whate'er of mystic good
- 39The Eternal dooms for His immortal sons.
- 40From Hope and firmer Faith to perfect Love
- 41Attracted and absorbed: and centered there
- 42God only to behold, and know, and feel,
- 43Till by exclusive consciousness of God
- 44All self-annihilated it shall make[110:2]
- 45God its Identity: God all in all!
- 46We and our Father one!
- 47And blest are they,
- 48Who in this fleshly World, the elect of Heaven,
- 49Their strong eye darting through the deeds of men,
- 50Adore with steadfast unpresuming gaze
- 51Him Nature's essence, mind, and energy!
- 52And gazing, trembling, patiently ascend
- 53Treading beneath their feet all visible things
- 54As steps, that upward to their Father's throne
- 55Lead gradual--else nor glorified nor loved.
- 56They nor contempt embosom nor revenge:
- 57For they dare know of what may seem deform
- 58The Supreme Fair sole operant: in whose sight
- 59All things are pure, his strong controlling love
- 60Alike from all educing perfect good.
- 61Their's too celestial courage, inly armed--
- 62Dwarfing Earth's giant brood, what time they muse
- 63On their great Father, great beyond compare!
- 64And marching onwards view high o'er their heads
- 65His waving banners of Omnipotence.
- 66Who the Creator love, created Might
- 67Dread not: within their tents no Terrors walk.
- 68For they are holy things before the Lord
- 69Aye unprofaned, though Earth should league with Hell;
- 70God's altar grasping with an eager hand
- 71Fear, the wild-visag'd, pale, eye-starting wretch,
- 72Sure-refug'd hears his hot pursuing fiends
- 73Yell at vain distance. Soon refresh'd from Heaven
- 74He calms the throb and tempest of his heart.
- 75His countenance settles; a soft solemn bliss
- 76Swims in his eye--his swimming eye uprais'd:
- 77And Faith's whole armour glitters on his limbs!
- 78And thus transfigured with a dreadless awe,
- 79A solemn hush of soul, meek he beholds
- 80All things of terrible seeming: yea, unmoved
- 81Views e'en the immitigable ministers
- 82That shower down vengeance on these latter days.
- 83For kindling with intenser Deity
- 84From the celestial Mercy-seat they come,
- 85And at the renovating wells of Love
- 86Have fill'd their vials with salutary wrath,[112:1]
- 87To sickly Nature more medicinal
- 88Than what soft balm the weeping good man pours
- 89Into the lone despoiléd traveller's wounds!
- 90Thus from the Elect, regenerate through faith,
- 91Pass the dark Passions and what thirsty cares
- 92Drink up the spirit, and the dim regards
- 93Self-centre. Lo they vanish! or acquire
- 94New names, new features--by supernal grace
- 95Enrobed with Light, and naturalised in Heaven.
- 96As when a shepherd on a vernal morn
- 97Through some thick fog creeps timorous with slow foot,
- 98Darkling he fixes on the immediate road
- 99His downward eye: all else of fairest kind
- 100Hid or deformed. But lo! the bursting Sun!
- 101Touched by the enchantment of that sudden beam
- 102Straight the black vapour melteth, and in globes
- 103Of dewy glitter gems each plant and tree;
- 104On every leaf, on every blade it hangs!
- 105Dance glad the new-born intermingling rays,
- 106And wide around the landscape streams with glory!
- 107There is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind,
- 108Omnific. His most holy name is Love.
- 109Truth of subliming import! with the which
- 110Who feeds and saturates his constant
soul,
- 111He from his small particular orbit flies
- 112With blest outstarting! From himself
he flies,
- 113Stands in the sun, and with no partial gaze
- 114Views all creation; and he loves it
all,
- 115And blesses it, and calls it very good!
- 116This is indeed to dwell with the Most High!
- 117Cherubs and rapture-trembling Seraphim
- 118Can press no nearer to the Almighty's throne.
- 119But that we roam unconscious, or with hearts
- 120Unfeeling of our universal Sire,
- 121And that in His vast family no Cain
- 122Injures uninjured (in her best-aimed
blow
- 123Victorious Murder a blind Suicide)
- 124Haply for this some younger Angel now
- 125Looks down on Human Nature: and, behold!
- 126A sea of blood bestrewed with wrecks, where mad
- 127Embattling Interests on each other rush
- 128With unhelmed rage!
- 129'Tis the sublime of man,
- 130Our noontide Majesty, to know ourselves
- 131Parts and proportions of one wondrous whole!
- 132This fraternises man, this constitutes
- 133Our charities and bearings. But 'tis God
- 134Diffused through all, that doth make all one whole;
- 135This the worst superstition, him except
- 136Aught to desire, Supreme Reality![114:1]
- 137The plenitude and permanence of bliss!
- 138O Fiends of Superstition! not that oft
- 139The erring Priest hath stained with brother's blood
- 140Your grisly idols, not for this may wrath
- 141Thunder against you from the Holy One!
- 142But o'er some plain that steameth to the sun,
- 143Peopled with Death; or where more hideous Trade
- 144Loud-laughing packs his bales of human anguish;
- 145I will raise up a mourning, O ye Fiends!
- 146And curse your spells, that film the eye of Faith,
- 147Hiding the present God; whose presence lost,
- 148The moral world's cohesion, we become
- 149An Anarchy of Spirits! Toy-bewitched,
- 150Made blind by lusts, disherited of soul,
- 151No common centre Man, no common sire
- 152Knoweth! A sordid solitary thing,
- 153Mid countless brethren with a lonely heart
- 154Through courts and cities the smooth savage roams
- 155Feeling himself, his own low self the whole;
- 156When he by sacred sympathy might make
- 157The whole one Self! Self, that no alien knows!
- 158Self, far diffused as Fancy's wing can travel!
- 159Self, spreading still! Oblivious of its own,
- 160Yet all of all possessing! This is Faith!
- 161This the Messiah's destined victory!
- 162But first offences needs must come! Even now
- 163(Black Hell laughs horrible--to hear the scoff!)
- 164Thee to defend, meek Galilaean! Thee
- 165And thy mild laws of Love unutterable,
- 166Mistrust and Enmity have burst the bands
- 167Of social peace: and listening Treachery lurks
- 168With pious fraud to snare a brother's life;
- 169And childless widows o'er the groaning land
- 170Wail numberless; and orphans weep for bread!
- 171Thee to defend, dear Saviour of Mankind!
- 172Thee, Lamb of God! Thee, blameless Prince of Peace!
- 173From all sides rush the thirsty brood of War!--
- 174Austria, and that foul Woman of the
North,
- 175The lustful murderess of her wedded lord!
- 176And he, connatural Mind! whom (in their songs
- 177So bards of elder time had haply feigned)
- 178Some Fury fondled in her hate to man,
- 179Bidding her serpent hair in mazy surge
- 180Lick his young face, and at his mouth imbreathe
- 181Horrible sympathy! And leagued with these
- 182Each petty German princeling, nursed in gore!
- 183Soul-hardened barterers of human blood!
- 184Death's prime slave-merchants! Scorpion-whips of Fate!
- 185Nor least in savagery of holy zeal,
- 186Apt for the yoke, the race degenerate,
- 187Whom Britain erst had blushed to call her sons!
- 188Thee to defend the Moloch Priest prefers
- 189The prayer of hate, and bellows to the herd,
- 190That Deity, Accomplice Deity
- 191In the fierce jealousy of wakened wrath
- 192Will go forth with our armies and our fleets
- 193To scatter the red ruin on their foes!
- 194O blasphemy! to mingle fiendish deeds
- 195With blessedness!
- 196Lord of unsleeping Love,
- 197From everlasting Thou! We shall not die.
- 198These, even these, in mercy didst thou form,
- 199Teachers of Good through Evil, by brief wrong
- 200Making Truth lovely, and her future might
- 201Magnetic o'er the fixed untrembling heart.
- 202In the primeval age a dateless while
- 203The vacant Shepherd wander'd with his flock,
- 204Pitching his tent where'er the green grass waved.
- 205But soon Imagination conjured up
- 206An host of new desires: with busy aim,
- 207Each for himself, Earth's eager children toiled.
- 208So Property began, twy-streaming fount,
- 209Whence Vice and Virtue flow, honey and gall.
- 210Hence the soft couch, and many-coloured robe,
- 211The timbrel, and arched dome and costly feast,
- 212With all the inventive arts, that nursed the soul
- 213To forms of beauty, and by sensual wants
- 214Unsensualised the mind, which in the means
- 215Learnt to forget the grossness of the end,
- 216Best pleasured with its own activity.
- 217And hence Disease that withers manhood's arm,
- 218The daggered Envy, spirit-quenching Want,
- 219Warriors, and Lords, and Priests--all the sore ills
- 220That vex and desolate our mortal life.
- 221Wide-wasting ills! yet each the immediate source
- 222Of mightier good. Their keen necessities
- 223To ceaseless action goading human thought
- 224Have made Earth's reasoning animal her Lord;
- 225And the pale-featured Sage's trembling hand
- 226Strong as an host of arméd Deities,
- 227Such as the blind Ionian fabled erst.
- 228From Avarice thus, from Luxury and War
- 229Sprang heavenly Science; and from Science Freedom.
- 230O'er waken'd realms Philosophers and Bards
- 231Spread in concentric circles: they whose souls,
- 232Conscious of their high dignities from God,
- 233Brook not Wealth's rivalry! and they, who long
- 234Enamoured with the charms of order, hate
- 235The unseemly disproportion: and whoe'er
- 236Turn with mild sorrow from the Victor's car
- 237And the low puppetry of thrones, to muse
- 238On that blest triumph, when the Patriot Sage[118:1]
- 239Called the red lightnings from the o'er-rushing cloud
- 240And dashed the beauteous terrors on the earth
- 241Smiling majestic. Such a phalanx ne'er
- 242Measured firm paces to the calming sound
- 243Of Spartan flute! These on the fated day,
- 244When, stung to rage by Pity, eloquent men
- 245Have roused with pealing voice the unnumbered tribes
- 246That toil and groan and bleed, hungry and blind--
- 247These, hush'd awhile with patient eye serene,
- 248Shall watch the mad careering of the storm;
- 249Then o'er the wild and wavy chaos rush
- 250And tame the outrageous mass, with plastic might
- 251Moulding Confusion to such perfect forms,
- 252As erst were wont,--bright visions of the day!--
- 253To float before them, when, the summer noon,
- 254Beneath some arched romantic rock reclined
- 255They felt the sea-breeze lift their youthful locks;
- 256Or in the month of blossoms, at mild eve,
- 257Wandering with desultory feet inhaled
- 258The wafted perfumes, and the flocks and woods
- 259And many-tinted streams and setting sun
- 260With all his gorgeous company of
clouds
- 261Ecstatic gazed! then homeward as they strayed
- 262Cast the sad eye to earth, and inly mused
- 263Why there was misery in a world so fair.
- 264Ah! far removed from all that glads the sense,
- 265From all that softens or ennobles Man,
- 266The wretched Many! Bent beneath their loads
- 267They gape at pageant Power, nor recognise
- 268Their cots' transmuted plunder! From the tree
- 269Of Knowledge, ere the vernal sap had risen
- 270Rudely disbranchéd! Blessed Society!
- 271Fitliest depictured by some sun-scorched waste,
- 272Where oft majestic through the tainted noon
- 273The Simoom sails, before whose purple pomp[119:1]
- 274Who falls not prostrate dies! And where by night,
- 275Fast by each precious fountain on green herbs
- 276The lion couches: or hyaena dips
- 277Deep in the lucid stream his bloody jaws;
- 278Or serpent plants his vast moon-glittering bulk,
- 279Caught in whose monstrous twine Behemoth[119:2] yells,
- 280His bones loud-crashing!
- 281O ye numberless,
- 282Whom foul Oppression's ruffian gluttony
- 283Drives from Life's plenteous feast! O thou poor Wretch
- 284Who nursed in darkness and made wild by want,
- 285Roamest for prey, yea thy unnatural hand
- 286Dost lift to deeds of blood! O pale-eyed form,
- 287The victim of seduction, doomed to know
- 288Polluted nights and days of blasphemy;
- 289Who in loathed orgies with lewd wassailers
- 290Must gaily laugh, while thy remembered Home
- 291Gnaws like a viper at thy secret heart!
- 292O agéd Women! ye who weekly catch
- 293The morsel tossed by law-forced charity,
- 294And die so slowly, that none call it murder!
- 295O loathly suppliants! ye, that unreceived
- 296Totter heart-broken from the closing gates
- 297Of the full Lazar-house; or, gazing, stand,
- 298Sick with despair! O ye to Glory's field
- 299Forced or ensnared, who, as ye gasp in death,
- 300Bleed with new wounds beneath the vulture's beak!
- 301O thou poor widow, who in dreams dost view
- 302Thy husband's mangled corse, and from short doze
- 303Start'st with a shriek; or in thy half-thatched cot
- 304Waked by the wintry night-storm, wet and cold
- 305Cow'rst o'er thy screaming baby! Rest awhile
- 306Children of Wretchedness! More groans must rise,
- 307More blood must stream, or ere your wrongs be full.
- 308Yet is the day of Retribution nigh:
- 309The Lamb of God hath opened the fifth seal:[120:1]
- 310And upward rush on swiftest wing of fire
- 311The innumerable multitude of wrongs
- 312By man on man inflicted! Rest awhile,
- 313Children of Wretchedness! The hour is nigh
- 314And lo! the Great, the Rich, the Mighty Men,
- 315The Kings and the Chief Captains of the World,
- 316With all that fixed on high like stars of Heaven
- 317Shot baleful influence, shall be cast to earth,
- 318Vile and down-trodden, as the untimely fruit
- 319Shook from the fig-tree by a sudden storm.
- 320Even now the storm begins: each gentle name,
- 321Faith and meek Piety, with fearful joy
- 322Tremble far-off--for lo! the Giant Frenzy
- 323Uprooting empires with his whirlwind
arm
- 324Mocketh high Heaven; burst hideous from the cell
- 325Where the old Hag, unconquerable, huge,
- 326Creation's eyeless drudge, black Ruin, sits
- 327Nursing the impatient earthquake.
- 328O return!
- 329Pure Faith! meek Piety! The abhorréd Form
- 330Whose scarlet robe was stiff with earthly pomp,
- 331Who drank iniquity in cups of gold,
- 332Whose names were many and all blasphemous,
- 333Hath met the horrible judgment! Whence that cry?
- 334The mighty army of foul Spirits shrieked
- 335Disherited of earth! For she hath fallen
- 336On whose black front was written Mystery;
- 337She that reeled heavily, whose wine was blood;
- 338She that worked whoredom with the Daemon Power,
- 339And from the dark embrace all evil things
- 340Brought forth and nurtured: mitred Atheism!
- 341And patient Folly who on bended knee
- 342Gives back the steel that stabbed him;
and pale Fear
- 343Haunted by ghastlier shapings than surround
- 344Moon-blasted Madness when he yells at midnight!
- 345Return pure Faith! return meek Piety!
- 346The kingdoms of the world are your's: each heart
- 347Self-governed, the vast family of Love
- 348Raised from the common earth by common toil
- 349Enjoy the equal produce. Such delights
- 350As float to earth, permitted visitants!
- 351When in some hour of solemn jubilee
- 352The massy gates of Paradise are thrown
- 353Wide open, and forth come in fragments wild
- 354Sweet echoes of unearthly melodies,
- 355And odours snatched from beds of Amaranth,
- 356And they, that from the crystal river of life
- 357Spring up on freshened wing, ambrosial gales!
- 358The favoured good man in his lonely walk
- 359Perceives them, and his silent spirit drinks
- 360Strange bliss which he shall recognise in heaven.
- 361And such delights, such strange beatitudes
- 362Seize on my young anticipating heart
- 363When that blest future rushes on my view!
- 364For in his own and in his Father's might
- 365The Saviour comes! While as the Thousand Years
- 366Lead up their mystic dance, the Desert shouts!
- 367Old Ocean claps his hands! The mighty Dead
- 368Rise to new life, whoe'er from earliest time
- 369With conscious zeal had urged Love's wondrous plan,
- 370Coadjutors of God. To Milton's trump
- 371The high groves of the renovated Earth
- 372Unbosom their glad echoes: inly hushed,
- 373Adoring Newton his serener eye
- 374Raises to heaven: and he of mortal kind
- 375Wisest, he first who marked the ideal tribes
- 376Up the fine fibres through the sentient brain.
- 377Lo! Priestley there, patriot, and saint, and sage,
- 378Him, full of years, from his loved native land
- 379Statesmen blood-stained and priests idolatrous
- 380By dark lies maddening the blind multitude
- 381Drove with vain hate. Calm, pitying he retired,
- 382And mused expectant on these promised years.
- 383O Years! the blest pre-eminence of Saints!
- 384Ye sweep athwart my gaze, so heavenly bright,
- 385The wings that veil the adoring Seraphs' eyes,
- 386What time they bend before the Jasper Throne[123:2]
- 387Reflect no lovelier hues! Yet ye depart,
- 388And all beyond is darkness! Heights most strange,
- 389Whence Fancy falls, fluttering her idle wing.
- 390For who of woman born may paint the hour,
- 391When seized in his mid course, the Sun shall wane
- 392Making noon ghastly! Who of woman born
- 393May image in the workings of his thought,
- 394How the black-visaged, red-eyed Fiend outstretched[124:1]
- 395Beneath the unsteady feet of Nature groans,
- 396In feverous slumbers--destined then to wake,
- 397When fiery whirlwinds thunder his dread name
- 398And Angels shout, Destruction! How his arm
- 399The last great Spirit lifting high in air
- 400Shall swear by Him, the ever-living One,
- 401Time is no more!
- 402Believe thou, O my soul,
- 403Life is a vision shadowy of Truth;
- 404And vice, and anguish, and the wormy grave,
- 405Shapes of a dream! The veiling clouds retire,
- 406And lo! the Throne of the redeeming God
- 407Forth flashing unimaginable day
- 408Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell.
- 409Contemplant Spirits! ye that hover o'er
- 410With untired gaze the immeasurable fount
- 411Ebullient with creative Deity!
- 412And ye of plastic power, that interfused
- 413Roll through the grosser and material mass
- 414In organizing surge! Holies of God!
- 415(And what if Monads of the infinite mind?)
- 416I haply journeying my immortal course
- 417Shall sometime join your mystic choir! Till then
- 418I discipline my young and novice thought
- 419In ministeries of heart-stirring song,
- 420And aye on Meditation's heaven-ward wing
- 421Soaring aloft I breathe the empyreal air
- 422Of Love, omnific, omnipresent Love,
- 423Whose day-spring rises glorious in my soul
- 424As the great Sun, when he
his influence
- 425Sheds on the frost-bound waters--The glad stream
- 426Flows to the ray and warbles as it flows.