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In the first æra of its innocence,
Ere man had learnt to bow the knee to man.
Was there a youth whom warm affection fillid, 195
He spake his honest heart; the earliest fruits
His toil produced, the sweetest flowers that deck'd
The sunny bank, he gather'd for the maid,
Nor she disdain'd the gift; for Vice not yet
Had burst the dungeons of her Hell, and rear'd 200
Those artificial boundaries that divide
Man from his species. State of blessedness!
Till that ill-omen'd hour when Cain's true son
Delved in the bowels of the earth for gold,
Accursed bane of virtue, .. of such force 205
As poets feign dwelt in the Gorgon's locks,
Which whoso saw, felt instant the life-blood
Cold curdle in his veins, the creeping flesh
Grew stiff with horror, and the heart forgot
To beat. Accursed hour! for man no more 210
To Justice paid his homage, but forsook
Her altars, and bow'd down before the shrine
Of Wealth and Power, the idols he had made.
Then Hell enlarged herself, her gates flew wide,
Her legion fiends rush'd forth. Oppression came,
Whose frown is desolation, and whose breath 216
Blasts like the pestilence; and Poverty,
A meagre monster, who with withering touch
Makes barren all the better part of man,
Mother of Miseries. Then the goodly earth 220
Which God had framed for happiness, became
One theatre of woe, and all that God
Had given to bless free men, these tyrant fiends
His bitterest curses made. Yet for the best

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Have all things been appointed by the All-wise! 225
For by experience taught shall man at length
Dash down his Moloch-idols, Samson-like,
And burst his fetters. Then in the abyss
Oppression shall be chain'd, and Poverty
Die, and with her, her brood of miseries ; 230
And Virtue and Equality preserve
The reign of Love, and earth shall once again
Be Paradise, where Wisdom shall secure
The state of bliss which Ignorance betray'd.”

“Oh age of happiness !” the Maid exclaim'd, 235 “ Roll fast thy current, Time, till that blest age Arrive! and happy thou my Theodore, Permitted thus to see the sacred depths Of wisdom !”

« Such," the blessed spirit replied, 6 Beloved ! such our lot; allowed to range 240 The vast infinity, progressive still In knowledge and increasing blessedness, This our united portion. Thou hast yet A little while to sojourn amongst men: I will be with thee; there shall not a breeze 245 Wanton around thy temples, on whose wing I will not hover near; and at that hour When from its fleshly sepulchre let loose, Thy phænix soul shall soar, O best-beloved! I will be with thee in thine agonies,

250 And welcome thee to life and happiness, Eternal infinite beatitude !”

He spake, and led her near a straw-roofd cot, Love's palace. By the Virtues circled there,

The Immortal listen’d to such melodies, 255 As

aye, when one good deed is register'd Above, re-echo in the halls of Heaven. Labour was there, his crisp locks floating loose, Clear was his cheek, and beaming his full eye, 259 And strong his arm robust; the wood-nymph Health Still follow'd on his path, and where he trod Fresh flowers and fruits arose. And there was Hope, The general friend ; and Pity, whose mild eye Wept o'er the widow'd dove: and, loveliest form, Majestic Chastity, whose sober smile

265 Delights and awes the soul ; a laurel wreath Restrain’d her tresses, and upon her breast The snow-drop hung its head, that seem'd to grow Spontaneous, cold and fair. Beside the maid Love went submiss, with eye more dangerous 270 Than fancied basilisk to wound whoe'er Too bold approach'd; yet anxious would he read Her every rising wish, then only pleased When pleasing. Hymning him the song was raised.

“ Glory to thee whose vivifying power 275 Pervades all Nature's universal frame! Glory to thee, Creator Love! to thee, Parent of all the smiling Charities, That strew the thorny path of life with flowers ! Glory to thee, Preserver! To thy praise 280 The awakened woodlands echo all the day Their living melody; and warbling forth To thee her twilight song, the nightingale 283 Holds the lone traveller from his way, or charms The listening poet's ear. Where Love shall deign

To fix his seat, there blameless Pleasure sheds
Her roseate dews; Content will sojourn there,
And Happiness behold Affection's eye
Gleam with the mother's smile. Thrice happy he
Who feels thy holy-power! he shall not drag, 290
Forlorn and friendless, along life's long path
To age's drear abode; he shall not waste
The bitter evening of his days unsooth'd ;
But Hope shall cheer his hours of solitude, 294
And Vice shall vainly strive to wound his breast,
That bears that talisman; and when he meets
The eloquent eye of Tenderness, and hears
The bosom-thrilling music of her voice,
The joy he feels shall purify his soul,
And imp it for anticipated heaven."

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NOTES.

Page 305. line 8.

Instructing best the passive faculty.

May says of Serapis,

Erudit at placide humanam per somnia mentem,
Nocturnâque quiete docet; nulloque labore
Hic tantum parta est pretiosa scientia, nullo
Excutitur studio verum. Mortalia corda
Tunc Deus iste docet, cum sunt minus apta doceri,
Cum nullum obsequium præstant, meritisque fatentur
Nil sese debere suis ; tunc recta scientes
Cum nil scire valent. Non illo tempore sensus
Humanos forsan dignatur numen inire,
Cum propriis possunt per se discursibus uti,
Ne forte humanâ ratio divina coiret. — Sup. Lucani.

Page 305. line 11. - And all things are that seem. I have met with a singular tale to illustrate this spiritual theory of dreams.

Guntrum, king of the Franks, was liberal to the poor, and he himself experienced the wonderful effects of divine liberality. For one day as he was hunting in a forest he was separated from his companions, and arrived at a little stream of water with only one comrade of tried and approved fidelity. Here he found himself opprest by drowsiness, and reclining his head upon the servant's lap went to sleep. The servant witnessed a

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