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- The Destiny of Nations[;] A Vision
The Destiny of Nations[;] A Vision
- 1Auspicious Reverence! Hush all meaner song,
- 2Ere we the deep preluding strain have poured
- 3To the Great Father, only Rightful King,
- 4Eternal Father! King Omnipotent!
- 5To the Will Absolute, the One, the Good!
- 6The I AM, the Word, the Life, the Living God!
- 7Such symphony requires best instrument.
- 8Seize, then, my soul! from Freedom's trophied dome
- 9The Harp which hangeth high between the Shields
- 10Of Brutus and Leonidas! With that
- 11Strong music, that soliciting spell, force back
- 12Man's free and stirring spirit that lies entranced.
- 13For what is Freedom, but the unfettered use
- 14Of all the powers which God for use had given?
- 15But chiefly this, him First, him Last to view
- 16Through meaner powers and secondary things
- 17Effulgent, as through clouds that veil his blaze.
- 18For all that meets the bodily sense I deem
- 19Symbolical, one mighty alphabet
- 20For infant minds; and we in this low world
- 21Placed with our backs to bright Reality,
- 22That we may learn with young unwounded ken
- 23The substance from its shadow. Infinite Love,
- 24Whose latence is the plenitude of All,
- 25Thou with retracted beams, and self-eclipse
- 26Veiling, revealest thine eternal Sun.
- 27But some there are who deem themselves most free
- 28When they within this gross and visible sphere
- 29Chain down the wingéd thought, scoffing ascent,
- 30Proud in their meanness: and themselves they cheat
- 31With noisy emptiness of learned phrase,
- 32Their subtle fluids, impacts, essences,
- 33Self-working tools, uncaused effects, and all
- 34Those blind Omniscients, those Almighty Slaves,
- 35Untenanting creation of its God.
- 36But Properties are God: the naked mass
- 37(If mass there be, fantastic guess or ghost)
- 38Acts only by its inactivity.
- 39Here we pause humbly. Others boldlier think
- 40That as one body seems the aggregate
- 41Of atoms numberless, each organized;
- 42So by a strange and dim similitude
- 43Infinite myriads of self-conscious minds
- 44Are one all-conscious Spirit, which informs
- 45With absolute ubiquity of thought
- 46(His one eternal self-affirming act!)
- 47All his involvéd Monads, that yet seem
- 48With various province and apt agency
- 49Each to pursue its own self-centering end.
- 50Some nurse the infant diamond in the mine;
- 51Some roll the genial juices through the oak;
- 52Some drive the mutinous clouds to clash in air,
- 53And rushing on the storm with whirlwind speed,
- 54Yoke the red lightnings to their volleying car.
- 55Thus these pursue their never-varying course,
- 56No eddy in their stream. Others, more wild,
- 57With complex interests weaving human fates,
- 58Duteous or proud, alike obedient all,
- 59Evolve the process of eternal good.
- 60And what if some rebellious, o'er dark realms
- 61Arrogate power? yet these train up to God,
- 62And on the rude eye, unconfirmed for day,
- 63Flash meteor-lights better than total gloom.
- 64As ere from Lieule-Oaive's vapoury head
- 65The Laplander beholds the far-off Sun
- 66Dart his slant beam on unobeying
snows,
- 67While yet the stern and solitary Night
- 68Brooks no alternate sway, the Boreal Morn
- 69With mimic lustre substitutes its gleam.
- 70Guiding his course or by Niemi lake
- 71Or Balda Zhiok, or the mossy stone
- 72Of Solfar-kapper, while the snowy blast
- 73Drifts arrowy by, or eddies round his sledge,
- 74Making the poor babe at its mother's back[134:1]
- 75Scream in its scanty cradle: he the while
- 76Wins gentle solace as with upward eye
- 77He marks the streamy banners of the North,
- 78Thinking himself those happy spirits shall join
- 79Who there in floating robes of rosy light
- 80Dance sportively. For Fancy is the power
- 81That first unsensualises the dark mind,
- 82Giving it new delights; and bids it swell
- 83With wild activity; and peopling air,
- 84By obscure fears of Beings invisible,
- 85Emancipates it from the grosser thrall
- 86Of the present impulse, teaching Self-control,
- 87Till Superstition with unconscious hand
- 88Seat Reason on her throne. Wherefore not vain,
- 89Nor yet without permitted power impressed,
- 90I deem those legends terrible, with which
- 91The polar ancient thrills his uncouth throng:
- 92Whether of pitying Spirits that make their moan
- 93O'er slaughter'd infants, or that Giant Bird
- 94Vuokho, of whose rushing wings the noise
- 95Is Tempest, when the unutterable Shape
- 96Speeds from the mother of Death, and utters once
- 97That shriek, which never murderer heard, and lived.
- 98Or if the Greenland Wizard in strange trance
- 99Pierces the untravelled realms of Ocean's bed
- 100Over the abysm, even to that uttermost cave
- 101By mis-shaped prodigies beleaguered, such
- 102As Earth ne'er bred, nor Air, nor the upper Sea:
- 103Where dwells the Fury Form, whose unheard name
- 104With eager eye, pale cheek, suspended breath,
- 105And lips half-opening with the dread of sound,
- 106Unsleeping Silence guards, worn out with fear
- 107Lest haply 'scaping on some treacherous blast
- 108The fateful word let slip the Elements
- 109And frenzy Nature. Yet the wizard her,
- 110Arm'd with Torngarsuck's power, the Spirit of Good,
- 111Forces to unchain the foodful progeny
- 112Of the Ocean stream;--thence thro' the realm of Souls,
- 113Where live the Innocent, as far from cares
- 114As from the storms and overwhelming waves
- 115That tumble on the surface of the Deep,
- 116Returns with far-heard pant, hotly pursued
- 117By the fierce Warders of the Sea, once more,
- 118Ere by the frost foreclosed, to repossess
- 119His fleshly mansion, that had staid the while
- 120In the dark tent within a cow'ring group
- 121Untenanted.--Wild phantasies! yet wise,
- 122On the victorious goodness of high God
- 123Teaching reliance, and medicinal hope,
- 124Till from Bethabra northward, heavenly Truth
- 125With gradual steps, winning her
difficult way,
- 126Transfer their rude Faith perfected and pure.
- 127If there be Beings of higher class than Man,
- 128I deem no nobler province they possess,
- 129Than by disposal of apt circumstance
- 130To rear up kingdoms: and the deeds they prompt,
- 131Distinguishing from mortal agency,
- 132They choose their human ministers from such states
- 133As still the Epic song half fears to name,
- 134Repelled from all the minstrelsies that strike
- 135The palace-roof and soothe the monarch's pride.
- 136And such, perhaps, the Spirit, who (if words
- 137Witnessed by answering deeds may claim our faith)
- 138Held commune with that warrior-maid of France
- 139Who scourged the Invader. From her infant days,
- 140With Wisdom, mother of retired thoughts,
- 141Her soul had dwelt; and she was quick to mark
- 142The good and evil thing, in human lore
- 143Undisciplined. For lowly was her birth,
- 144And Heaven had doomed her early years to toil
- 145That pure from Tyranny's least deed, herself
- 146Unfeared by Fellow-natures, she might wait
- 147On the poor labouring man with kindly looks,
- 148And minister refreshment to the tired
- 149Way-wanderer, when along the rough-hewn bench
- 150The sweltry man had stretched him, and aloft
- 151Vacantly watched the rudely-pictured board
- 152Which on the Mulberry-bough with welcome creak
- 153Swung to the pleasant breeze. Here, too, the Maid
- 154Learnt more than Schools could teach: Man's shifting mind,
- 155His vices and his sorrows! And full oft
- 156At tales of cruel wrong and strange distress
- 157Had wept and shivered. To the tottering Eld
- 158Still as a daughter would she run: she placed
- 159His cold limbs at the sunny door, and loved
- 160To hear him story, in his garrulous sort,
- 161Of his eventful years, all come and gone.
- 162So twenty seasons past. The Virgin's form,
- 163Active and tall, nor Sloth nor Luxury
- 164Had shrunk or paled. Her front sublime and broad,
- 165Her flexile eye-brows wildly haired and low,
- 166And her full eye, now bright, now unillumed,
- 167Spake more than Woman's thought; and all her face
- 168Was moulded to such features as declared
- 169That Pity there had oft and strongly worked,
- 170And sometimes Indignation. Bold her mien,
- 171And like an haughty huntress of the woods
- 172She moved: yet sure she was a gentle maid!
- 173And in each motion her most innocent soul
- 174Beamed forth so brightly, that who saw would say
- 175Guilt was a thing impossible in her!
- 176Nor idly would have said--for she had lived
- 177In this bad World, as in a place of Tombs,
- 178And touched not the pollutions of the Dead.
- 179'Twas the cold season when the Rustic's eye
- 180From the drear desolate whiteness of his fields
- 181Rolls for relief to watch the skiey tints
- 182And clouds slow-varying their huge imagery;
- 183When now, as she was wont, the healthful Maid
- 184Had left her pallet ere one beam of day
- 185Slanted the fog-smoke. She went forth alone
- 186Urged by the indwelling angel-guide, that oft,
- 187With dim inexplicable sympathies
- 188Disquieting the heart, shapes out Man's course
- 189To the predoomed adventure. Now the ascent
- 190She climbs of that steep upland, on whose top
- 191The Pilgrim-man, who long since eve had watched
- 192The alien shine of unconcerning stars,
- 193Shouts to himself, there first the Abbey-lights
- 194Seen in Neufchâtel's vale; now slopes adown
- 195The winding sheep-track vale-ward: when, behold
- 196In the first entrance of the level road
- 197An unattended team! The foremost horse
- 198Lay with stretched limbs; the others, yet alive
- 199But stiff and cold, stood motionless, their manes
- 200Hoar with the frozen night-dews. Dismally
- 201The dark-red dawn now glimmered; but its gleams
- 202Disclosed no face of man. The maiden paused,
- 203Then hailed who might be near. No voice replied.
- 204From the thwart wain at length there reached her ear
- 205A sound so feeble that it almost seemed
- 206Distant: and feebly, with slow effort pushed,
- 207A miserable man crept forth: his limbs
- 208The silent frost had eat, scathing like fire.
- 209Faint on the shafts he rested. She, meantime,
- 210Saw crowded close beneath the coverture
- 211A mother and her children--lifeless all,
- 212Yet lovely! not a lineament was marred--
- 213Death had put on so slumber-like a form!
- 214It was a piteous sight; and one, a babe.
- 215The crisp milk frozen on its innocent lips,
- 216Lay on the woman's arm, its little hand
- 217Stretched on her bosom.
- 218Mutely questioning,
- 219The Maid gazed wildly at the living wretch.
- 220He, his head feebly turning, on the group
- 221Looked with a vacant stare, and his eye spoke
- 222The drowsy calm that steals on worn-out anguish.
- 223She shuddered; but, each vainer pang subdued,
- 224Quick disentangling from the foremost horse
- 225The rustic bands, with difficulty and toil
- 226The stiff cramped team forced homeward. There arrived,
- 227Anxiously tends him she with healing herbs,
- 228And weeps and prays--but the numb power of Death
- 229Spreads o'er his limbs; and ere the noon-tide hour,
- 230The hovering spirits of his Wife and Babes
- 231Hail him immortal! Yet amid his pangs,
- 232With interruptions long from ghastly throes,
- 233His voice had faltered out this simple tale.
- 234The Village, where he dwelt an husbandman,
- 235By sudden inroad had been seized and fired
- 236Late on the yester-evening. With his wife
- 237And little ones he hurried his escape.
- 238They saw the neighbouring hamlets flame, they heard
- 239Uproar and shrieks! and terror-struck drove on
- 240Through unfrequented roads, a weary way!
- 241But saw nor house nor cottage. All had quenched
- 242Their evening hearth-fire: for the alarm had spread.
- 243The air clipt keen, the night was fanged with frost,
- 244And they provisionless! The weeping wife
- 245Ill hushed her children's moans; and still they moaned,
- 246Till Fright and Cold and Hunger drank their life.
- 247They closed their eyes in sleep, nor knew 'twas Death.
- 248He only, lashing his o'er-wearied team,
- 249Gained a sad respite, till beside the base
- 250Of the high hill his foremost horse dropped dead.
- 251Then hopeless, strengthless, sick for lack of food,
- 252He crept beneath the coverture, entranced,
- 253Till wakened by the maiden.--Such his tale.
- 254Ah! suffering to the height of what was suffered,
- 255Stung with too keen a sympathy, the Maid
- 256Brooded with moving lips, mute, startful, dark!
- 257And now her flushed tumultuous features shot
- 258Such strange vivacity, as fires the eye
- 259Of Misery fancy-crazed! and now once more
- 260Naked, and void, and fixed, and all within
- 261The unquiet silence of confuséd thought
- 262And shapeless feelings. For a mighty hand
- 263Was strong upon her, till in the heat of soul
- 264To the high hill-top tracing back her steps,
- 265Aside the beacon, up whose smouldered stones
- 266The tender ivy-trails crept thinly, there,
- 267Unconscious of the driving element,
- 268Yea, swallowed up in the ominous dream, she sate
- 269Ghastly as broad-eyed Slumber! a dim anguish
- 270Breathed from her look! and still with pant and sob,
- 271Inly she toiled to flee, and still subdued,
- 272Felt an inevitable Presence near.
- 273Thus as she toiled in troublous ecstasy,
- 274A horror of great darkness wrapt her round,
- 275And a voice uttered forth unearthly tones,
- 276Calming her soul,--'O Thou of the Most High
- 277Chosen, whom all the perfected in Heaven
- 278Behold expectant--'
[The following fragments were intended to form part of the poem when
finished.]
- 279'Maid beloved of Heaven!
- 280(To her the tutelary Power exclaimed)
- 281Of Chaos the adventurous progeny
- 282Thou seest; foul missionaries of foul sire.
- 283Fierce to regain the losses of that hour
- 284When rose glittering, and his gorgeous wings
- 285Over the abyss fluttered with such glad noise,
- 286As what time after long and pestful calms,
- 287With slimy shapes and miscreated life
- 288Poisoning the vast Pacific, the fresh breeze
- 289Wakens the merchant-sail uprising. Night
- 290An heavy unimaginable moan
- 291Sent forth, when she the Protoplast beheld
- 292Stand beauteous on Confusion's charméd wave.
- 293Moaning she fled, and entered the Profound
- 294That leads with downward windings to the Cave
- 295Of Darkness palpable, Desert of Death
- 296Sunk deep beneath Gehenna's massy roots.
- 297There many a dateless age the Beldame lurked
- 298And trembled; till engendered by fierce Hate,
- 299Fierce Hate and gloomy Hope, a Dream arose,
- 300Shaped like a black cloud marked with streaks of fire.
- 301It roused the Hell-Hag: she the dew-damp wiped
- 302From off her brow, and through the uncouth maze
- 303Retraced her steps; but ere she reached the mouth
- 304Of that drear labyrinth, shuddering she paused,
- 305Nor dared re-enter the diminished Gulph.
- 306As through the dark vaults of some mouldered Tower
- 307(Which, fearful to approach, the evening hind
- 308Circles at distance in his homeward way)
- 309The winds breathe hollow, deemed the plaining groan
- 310Of prisoned spirits; with such fearful voice
- 311Night murmured, and the sound through Chaos went.
- 312Leaped at her call her hideous-fronted brood!
- 313A dark behest they heard, and rushed on earth;
- 314Since that sad hour, in Camps and Courts adored,
- 315Rebels from God, and Tyrants o'er Mankind!'
- 316From his obscure haunt
- 317Shrieked Fear, of Cruelty the ghastly Dam,
- 318Feverous yet freezing, eager-paced yet slow,
- 319As she that creeps from forth her swampy reeds.
- 320Ague, the biform Hag! when early Spring
- 321Beams on the marsh-bred vapours.
- 322'Even so (the exulting Maiden said)
- 323The sainted Heralds of Good Tidings fell,
- 324And thus they witnessed God! But now the clouds
- 325Treading, and storms beneath their feet, they soar
- 326Higher, and higher soar, and soaring sing
- 327Loud songs of triumph! O ye Spirits of God,
- 328Hover around my mortal agonies!'
- 329She spake, and instantly faint melody
- 330Melts on her ear, soothing and sad, and slow,
- 331Such measures, as at calmest midnight heard
- 332By agéd Hermit in his holy dream,
- 333Foretell and solace death; and now they rise
- 334Louder, as when with harp and mingled voice
- 335The white-robed multitude of slaughtered saints
- 336At Heaven's wide-open'd portals gratulant
- 337Receive some martyred patriot. The harmony
- 338Entranced the Maid, till each suspended sense
- 339Brief slumber seized, and confused ecstasy.
- 340At length awakening slow, she gazed around:
- 341And through a mist, the relict of that trance
- 342Still thinning as she gazed, an Isle appeared,
- 343Its high, o'er-hanging, white, broad-breasted cliffs,
- 344Glassed on the subject ocean. A vast plain
- 345Stretched opposite, where ever and anon
- 346The plough-man following sad his meagre team
- 347Turned up fresh sculls unstartled, and the bones
- 348Of fierce hate-breathing combatants, who there
- 349All mingled lay beneath the common earth,
- 350Death's gloomy reconcilement! O'er the fields
- 351Stept a fair Form, repairing all she might,
- 352Her temples olive-wreathed; and where she trod,
- 353Fresh flowerets rose, and many a foodful herb.
- 354But wan her cheek, her footsteps insecure,
- 355And anxious pleasure beamed in her faint eye,
- 356As she had newly left a couch of pain,
- 357Pale Convalescent! (Yet some time to rule
- 358With power exclusive o'er the willing world,
- 359That blessed prophetic mandate then fulfilled--
- 360Peace be on Earth!) An happy while, but brief,
- 361She seemed to wander with assiduous feet,
- 362And healed the recent harm of chill and blight,
- 363And nursed each plant that fair and virtuous grew.
- 364But soon a deep precursive sound moaned hollow:
- 365Black rose the clouds, and now, (as in a dream)
- 366Their reddening shapes, transformed to Warrior-hosts,
- 367Coursed o'er the sky, and battled in mid-air.
- 368Nor did not the large blood-drops fall from Heaven
- 369Portentous! while aloft were seen to float,
- 370Like hideous features looming on the mist,
- 371Wan stains of ominous light! Resigned, yet sad,
- 372The fair Form bowed her olive-crownéd brow,
- 373Then o'er the plain with oft-reverted eye
- 374Fled till a place of Tombs she reached, and there
- 375Within a ruined Sepulchre obscure
- 376Found hiding-place.
- 377The delegated Maid
- 378Gazed through her tears, then in sad tones exclaimed;--
- 379Thou mild-eyed Form! wherefore, ah! wherefore fled?
- 380The Power of Justice like a name all light,
- 381Shone from thy brow; but all they, who unblamed
- 382Dwelt in thy dwellings, call thee Happiness.
- 383Ah! why, uninjured and unprofited,
- 384Should multitudes against their brethren rush?
- 385Why sow they guilt, still reaping misery?
- 386Lenient of care, thy songs, O Peace! are sweet,
- 387As after showers the perfumed gale of eve,
- 388That flings the cool drops on a feverous cheek;
- 389And gay thy grassy altar piled with fruits.
- 390But boasts the shrine of Dæmon War one charm,
- 391Save that with many an orgie strange and foul,
- 392Dancing around with interwoven arms,
- 393The Maniac Suicide and Giant Murder
- 394Exult in their fierce union! I am sad,
- 395And know not why the simple peasants crowd
- 396Beneath the Chieftains' standard!' Thus the Maid.
- 397To her the tutelary Spirit said:
- 398'When Luxury and Lust's exhausted stores
- 399No more can rouse the appetites of kings;
- 400When the low flattery of their reptile lords
- 401Falls flat and heavy on the accustomed ear;
- 402When eunuchs sing, and fools buffoonery make,
- 403And dancers writhe their harlot-limbs in vain;
- 404Then War and all its dread vicissitudes
- 405Pleasingly agitate their stagnant hearts;
- 406Its hopes, its fears, its victories, its defeats,
- 407Insipid Royalty's keen condiment!
- 408Therefore, uninjured and unprofited
- 409(Victims at once and executioners),
- 410The congregated Husbandmen lay waste
- 411The vineyard and the harvest. As along
- 412The Bothnic coast, or southward of the Line,
- 413Though hushed the winds and cloudless the high noon,
- 414Yet if Leviathan, weary of ease,
- 415In sports unwieldy toss his island-bulk,
- 416Ocean behind him billows, and before
- 417A storm of waves breaks foamy on the strand.
- 418And hence, for times and seasons bloody and dark,
- 419Short Peace shall skin the wounds of causeless War,
- 420And War, his
strainéd sinews knit anew,
- 421Still violate the unfinished works of Peace.
- 422But yonder look! for more demands thy view!'
- 423He said: and straightway from the opposite Isle
- 424A vapour sailed, as when a cloud, exhaled
- 425From Egypt's fields that steam hot pestilence,
- 426Travels the sky for many a trackless league,
- 427Till o'er some death-doomed land, distant in vain,
- 428It broods incumbent. Forthwith from the plain,
- 429Facing the Isle, a brighter cloud arose,
- 430And steered its course which way the vapour went.
- 431The Maiden paused, musing what this might mean.
- 432But long time passed not, ere that brighter cloud
- 433Returned more bright; along the plain it swept;
- 434And soon from forth its bursting sides emerged
- 435A dazzling form, broad-bosomed, bold of eye,
- 436And wild her hair, save where with laurels bound.
- 437Not more majestic stood the healing God,
- 438When from his bow the arrow sped that slew
- 439Huge Python. Shriek'd Ambition's giant throng,
- 440And with them hissed the locust-fiends that crawled
- 441And glittered in Corruption's slimy track.
- 442Great was their wrath, for short they knew their reign;
- 443And such commotion made they, and uproar,
- 444As when the mad Tornado bellows through
- 445The guilty islands of the western main,
- 446What time departing from their native shores,
- 447Eboe, or Koromantyn's plain of palms,
- 448The infuriate spirits of the murdered make
- 449Fierce merriment, and vengeance ask of Heaven.
- 450Warmed with new influence, the unwholesome plain
- 451Sent up its foulest fogs to meet the morn:
- 452The Sun that rose on Freedom, rose in Blood!
- 453'Maiden beloved, and Delegate of Heaven!
- 454(To her the tutelary Spirit said)
- 455Soon shall the Morning struggle into Day,
- 456The stormy Morning into cloudless Noon.
- 457Much hast thou seen, nor all canst understand--
- 458But this be thy best omen--Save thy Country!'
- 459Thus saying, from the answering Maid he passed,
- 460And with him disappeared the heavenly Vision.
- 461'Glory to Thee, Father of Earth and Heaven!
- 462All-conscious Presence of the Universe!
- 463Nature's vast ever-acting Energy!
- 464In will, in deed, Impulse of All to All!
- 465Whether thy Love with unrefracted ray
- 466Beam on the Prophet's purgéd eye, or if
- 467Diseasing realms the Enthusiast, wild of thought,
- 468Scatter new frenzies on the infected throng,
- 469Thou both inspiring and predooming both,
- 470Fit instruments and best, of perfect end:
- 471Glory to Thee, Father of Earth and Heaven!'
- 472And first a landscape rose
- 473More wild and waste and desolate than where
- 474The white bear, drifting on a field of ice,
- 475Howls to her sundered cubs with piteous rage
- 476And savage agony.