CONTENTS.

THE COMPLAINT

NIGĦT 1. Life, Death, and Immortality,

II. Tine, Death, and Friendship, .....

III. Narcissa, .........

IV The Christian Triumph, .........

V. The Relapse, .........

VI. The Infidel reclaimed, ..........

VII. The same, continued, .......

VIII. Virtue's Apology, ....

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THE CONSOLATION.

A Moral Survey of the Nocturnai Heavens,

and a Night Address to the Deity, ... 209

The Force of Religio'i, ................ 274

NIGHT 1.

ON LIFE, DEATH AND IMMORTALITY.
TO) THE RIGUIT HON. ARTHUR ONSLOW, ESQ

SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE OF COMMONS.
Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
He, like the world, his ready visit pays
Where Fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes,
Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe,
And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.

From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose
I wake : how happy they who wake no more !
Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave.
I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams
Tumultuous ; where my wreck'd, desponding thought
From wave to wave of fancied misery . 11
At random drove, her helm of reason lost.
Though now restored, 'tis only change of pain,
(A bitter change!) severer for severe.
The Day too short for my distress; and Night,
E'en in the zenith of her dark domain,
13 sunshine to the colour of my fate.

Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne,
In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Silence how dead! and darkness how profound
Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds;
Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse
Of life stood still, and Nature made a pausa :
An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.

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And lot her prophecy be soon fulfillid
Fate! drop the curtain ; I can lose no more.

Silence and Darkness ! solemn sisters ! {wins
From ancient Night, who nurse the tender though
To Reason, and on reason build resolve
(That column of true majesty in man,)
Assist me: I will thank you in the grave;
The grave your kingdom : there this frame shall fall
A victim sacred to your dreary shrine.
But what are ye?-

35 Thou who didst put to flight Primeval Silence, when the morning stars, Exulting, shouted o'er the rising ball; O Thou ! whose word from solid darkness struck That spark, the Sun, strike wisdom from my soul ; 40 My soul, which flies to thee, her trust, her treasure, As misers to their gold, while others rest. Through this opaque of Nature and of Soul, This double night, transmit one pitying ray, To lighten and to cheer. O lead my mind (A mind that fain would wander from its woe,) Lead it through various scenes of life and death, And from each scene the noblest truths inspire. Nor less inspire my conduct than my song; Teach my best reason, reason; my best will Teach rectitude ; and fix my firm resolve Wisdom to wed, and pay her long arrear: Nor let tho phial of thy vengoance, pour'd On this devoted head, be poured in vain.

The bell strikes one. We take no note of timo 55 But from its uss: to give it then a tongue Is wise in man As if an angel spoke I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours. Where are they? With the years beyond the flood. 60 It is the signal that demands despatch: How much is to be done! My hopes and fears Start up alarmd, and o'er life's narrow verye

Look down—02 what ? A fathomless abyss.
A dread eternity! how surely mine!
And can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ?

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, ..
How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
How passing wonder He who made him such! 70
Who centred in our make such strange extremes !
From different natures marvellously mix'd,
Connexion exquisite of distant worlds !
Distinguish'd link in being's endless chain !
Midway from nothing to the Deity !
A beam ethereal, sullied and absorb'd!
Though sullied and dishonour'd, still divine !
Dim miniature of greatness absolute !
An heir of glory! a frail child of dust!
Helpless immortal! insect infinite !
A worm! A god !- I tremble at myself,
And in myself am lost. At home a stranger,
Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast,
And wondering at her own. How Reason reels !
O what a miracle to man is man!
Triumphantly distress d! what joy ! what dread!
Alternately transported and alarm’d;
What can preserve my life! or what destroy
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave;
Legions of angels can't confine me there.

90 'Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof: ( Whilo o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spreads, What though my soul fantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields, or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathless woods, or down the craggy steep

95 Hurl'd headlong, swam with pain the mantled pool, Or scaled the cliff, or danced on hollow winds With antic shapes, wild natives of the brain ! Her ceaseless flight, though devious, speaks her nature Of subtler essence than the trodden clod;

100 Active, aerial, towering, unconfined,

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Unfotter'd with her gross companion's fall.
Een silent Night proclairas my soul irninortal :
E'en silent Night proclainis eternal day!
For human weal Heaven husbands all events : 105
Dull Sleep instructs, nor sport vain dreams in vain.

Why then their loss deplore, that are not lost ?
Why wanders wretched Thought their tombs around
In infidel distress? Are angels there?
Slumbers, raked up in dust, ethereal fire ? 110

They live! they greatly live! a life on earth
Unkindled, unconceived, and from an eye
Of tenderness lei heavenly pity fall
On ine, more justly number'd with the dead.
This is the desert, this the solitude :
How populous, how vitai is the grave !
This is Creation's melancholy vault,
The vale funereal, the sad cypress gloom;
The land of apparitions, empty shades !
All, all on earth is shadow, all beyond

120 Is substance; the reverse is Folly's creed. How solid all, where change shall be no more !

This is the bud of boing, the din dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule : Life's theatre, as yet is shut; and Death,

125 Strong Death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And inoke is, embryos of existence, free. From real life but little more remote Is ho, not yet a candidate for light,

130 The future embryo, slumbering in his sire. Embryos we must be till we burst the shell, Yon ambient azure shell, aná spring to life, The life of gods, O transport ! and of man.

Yet man, fool man! here buries all his thoughts, Inters celestial hopes without one sigh:

136 Priscner of earth and pent beneath the moon, Here pinions all his wishes; wing'd by Heaven To fly at infinite, and reach it there,