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A Midnight, Nature fhudder'd to behold;
A Midnight new! a dread Eclipfe (without
Oppofing Spheres) from her Creator's Frown!
Sun! didft thou fly thy Maker's Pain? or start
At that enormous Load of human Guilt,
Which bow'd his bleffed Head; o'erwhelm'd his Crofs;
Made groan
the Centre; burft Earth's marble Womb,
With Pangs, ftrange Pangs! deliver'd of her Dead?
Hell howl'd; and Heav'n that Hour let fall a Tear;
Heav'n wept,that Men might smile! Heav'n bled, that Man
Might never die

And is Devotion Virtue? 'Tis compell'd:

What Heart of Stone but glows at Thoughts like Thefe?
Such Contemplations mount us, and should mount
The Mind still higher; nor ever glance on Man,
Unraptur'd, uninflam'd.-Where roll my Thoughts
To rest from Wonders? Other Wonders rise;
And strike where-e'er they roll: My Soul is caught:
Heav'n's fov'reign Bleffings, cluft'ring from the Crofs,
Rufh on her, in a Throng, and clofe her round,
The Pris'ner of Amaze!-In His blest Life,
I fee the Path, and in His Death, the Price,
And in His great Afcent, the Proof Supreme
Of Immortality.And did He rife?
Hear, O ye Nations! hear it, O ye Dead !

He rofe! He rofe! He burft the Bars of Death.

up your Heads, ye everlasting Gates! And give the King of Glory to come in :


Who is the King of Glory? He who left

His Throne of Glory, for the Pang of Death:
Lift up your Heads, ye everlasting Gates!
And give the King of Glory to come in.
Who is the King of Glory? He who flew
The rav'nous Foe, that gorg'd all human Race!
The King of Glory, He, whofe Glory fill'd
Heav'n with Amazement at his Love to Man;
And with Divine Complacency beheld

Pow'rs moft illumin'd, wilder'd in the Theme.

The Theme, the Joy, how then fhall Man sustain? Oh the burst Gates! crufh'd Sting! demolish'd Throne! Laft Gafp! of vanquifh'd Death, Shout Earth and Heaven! This Sum of Good, to Man: Whofe Nature, then Took Wing, and mounted with Him from the Tomb! Then, then, I rofe; then first Humanity Triumphant past the Crystal Ports of Light,

(Stupendous Gueft!) and feiz'd eternal Youth, Seiz'd in our Name. E'er fince, 'tis blafphemous To call Man mortal. Man's Mortality

Was, then, transferr'd to Death; and Heav'n's Duration
Unalienably feal'd to this frail Frame,

This Child of Duft.-Man, all-immortal! Hail;
Hail, Heav'n! all-lavish of strange Gifts to Man!
Thine all the Glory; Man's the boundless Blifs.

Where am I rapt by this triumphant Theme, On Christian Joy's exulting Wing, above


Th'Aonian Mount ?-Alas, small Cause for Joy!
What if to Pain, immortal? If Extent
Of Being, to preclude a Clofe of Woe?
Where, then, my Boaft of Immortality?
I boaft it ftill, tho' cover'd o'er with Guilt:
For Guilt, not Innocence, His Life He pour'd;
'Tis Guilt alone can juftify His Death;`
Nor that, unless His Death can justify
Relenting Guilt in Heav'n's indulgent Sight.
If, fick of Folly, I relent; He writes

My Name in Heav'n, with that inverted Spear
(A Spear deep-dipt in Blood!) which pierc'd his Side,
And open'd there a Font for all Mankind

Who ftrive, who combat Crimes, to drink, and live: This, only this, fubdues the Fear of Death.

And what is This?-Survey the wond'rous Cure. And at each Step, let higher Wonder rife! "Pardon for infinite Offence! and Pardon

"Thro' Means, that speak its Value infinite! "A Pardon bought with Blood! with Blood Divine! "With Blood Divine of Him; I made my Foe! "Perfifted to provoke! tho' woo'd, and aw'd, “Bleft, and chastiz'd, a flagrant Rebel still!

"A Rebel 'midft the Thunders of his Throne!


Nor I alone! a Rebel Universe !

"My Species up in Arms! not One exempt! "Yet for the fouleft of the Foul, He dies.

"Most joy'd, for the Redeem'd from deepest Guilt!

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"As if our Race was held of higheft Rank;
"And Godhead dearer, as more kind to Man !”

Bound, ev'ry Heart! and, ev'ry Bofom, burn!
Oh what a Scale of Miracles is here!
Its lowest Round, high-planted on the Skies;
Its tow'ring Summit loft beyond the Thought
Of Man or Angel! Oh that I could climb
The wonderful Afcent, with equal Praise !
Praife! flow for ever, (if Astonishment
Will give thee Leave) my Praise! for ever flow;
Praise Ardent, Cordial, Conftant, to High Heav'n
More fragrant, than Arabia facrific'd;

And all her spicy Mountains in a Flame:

So dear, fo due to Heav'n, fhall Praife defcend
With her foft Plume, (from plaufive Angels Wing
First pluck'd by Man) to tickle mortal Ears,
Thus diving in the Pockets of the Great?
Is Praise the Perquifite of ev'ry Paw,

Tho' black as Hell, that grapples well for Gold?
Oh Love of Gold! thou meaneft of Amours!
Shall Praife her Odours wafte on VIRTUE'S Dead,
Embalm the Bafe, perfume the Stench of Guilt,
Earn dirty Bread by washing Ethiops fair,
Removing Filth, or finking it from Sight,
A Scavenger in Scenes, where vacant Pofts,
Like Gibbets yet untenanted, expect

Their future Ornaments? From Courts and Thrones,


Return, apoftate Praife! Thou Vagabond!
Thou Proftitute! to thy first Love return,
Thy firft, thy greateft, once unrival'd Theme,

There flow redundant; like Meander flow,
Back to thy Fountain; to that parent Power,
Who gives the Tongue to found, the Thought to foar,
The Soul to be. Men Homage pay to Men,
Thoughtless beneath whofe dreadful Eye they bow
In mutual Awe profound, of Clay to Clay,

Of Guilt to Guilt, and turn their Backs on Thee,
Great Sire! whom Thrones celeftial ceafelefs fing;
To proftrate Angels, an amazing Scene!

O the Prefumption of Man's Awe for Man!

Man's Author! End! Reftorer! Law! and Judge!
Thine, All; Day thine, and thine this Gloom of Night,
With all her Wealth, with all her radiant Worlds :
What, Night eternal, but a Frown from Thee?
What, Heav'n's meridian Glory, but Thy Smile?
And fhall not Praise be Thine? not Human Praife?
While Heav'n's high Hoft on Hallelujahs live?

O may I breathe, no longer than I breathe
My Soul in Praise to Him, who gave my Soul,
And all her Infinite of Profpect fair,

Cut thro' the Shades of Hell, great Love! by Thee,
Oh moft adorable! moft unador'd!

Where fhall that Praife begin, which ne'er fhould en!
Where-e'er I turn, what Claim on all Applause!

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