To him this path directs, an easy path, And easy flight will bring us to his seat. So saying, they linked hand in hand, spread out Their golden wings, by living breezes fanned, And over heaven's broad champaign sailed serene. O'er hill and valley, clothed with verdure green, That never fades; and tree, and herb, and flower, That never fades; and many a river, rich With nectar, winding pleasantly, they passed; And mansion of celestial mould, and work Divine. And oft delicious music, sung
By saint and angel bands that walked the vales, Or mountain tops, and harped upon their harps, Their ear inclined, and held by sweet constraint Their wing; not long, for strong desire awaked Of knowledge that to holy use might turn, Still pressed them on to leave what rather seemed Pleasure, due only when all duty's done.
Upright they entered in; though high his rank, His wisdom high, and mighty his renown. And thus, deferring all apology, The two their new companion introduced. Ancient in knowledge! bard of Adam's race! We bring thee one, of us inquiring what We need to learn, and with him wish to learn. His asking will direct thy answer best.
Most ancient bard! began the new arrived, Few words will set my wonder forth, and guide Thy wisdom's light to what in me is dark.
Equipped for heaven, I left my native place. But first beyond the realms of light I bent My course; and there, in utter darkness, far Remote, I beings saw forlorn in wo, Burning continually, yet unconsumed. And there were groans that ended not, and sighs That always sighed, and tears that ever wept
And now beneath them lay the wished-for spot, And ever fell, but not in Mercy's sight.
The sacred bower of that renowned bard; That ancient bard, ancient in days and song; But in immortal vigour young, and young In rosy health; to pensive solitude Retiring oft, as was his wont on earth.
Fit was the place, most fit, for holy musing. Upon a little mount, that gently rose,
And still I heard these wretched beings curse Almighty God, and curse the Lamb, and curse The earth, the resurrection morn, and seek And ever vainly seek, for utter death. And from above the thunders answered still, "Ye knew your duty, but ye did it not." And every where throughout that horrid den,
He sat, clothed in white robes; and o'er his head I saw a form of excellence, a form
A laurel tree of lustiest, eldest growth, Stately and tall, and shadowing far and wide, Not fruitless, as on earth, but bloomed, and rich With frequent clusters, ripe to heavenly taste,- Spread its eternal boughs, and in its arms A myrtle of unfading leaf embraced- The rose and lily, fresh with fragrant dew, And every flower of fairest cheek, around Him, smiling flocked. Beneath his feet, fast by, And round his sacred hill, a streamlet walked, Warbling the holy melodies of heaven; The hallowed zephyrs brought him incense sweet, And out before him opened, in prospect long, The river of life, in many a winding maze Descending from the lofty throne of God, That with excessive glory closed the scene. Of Adam's race he was, and lonely sat, By chance that day, in meditation deep, Reflecting much of time, and earth, and man. And now to pensive, now to cheerful notes, He touched a harp of wondrous melody. A golden harp it was, a precious gift, Which, at the day of judgment, with the crown Of life, he had received from God's own hand, Reward due to his service done on earth.
He sees their coming, and with greeting kind, And welcome, not of hollow forged smiles, And ceremonious compliment of phrase, But of the heart sincere, into his bower Invites. Like greeting they returned. Not bent In low obeisancy, from creature most Unfit to creature; but with manly form
Of beauty without spot, that naught could see And not admire, admire and not adore. And from its own essential beams it gave Light to itself, that made the gloom more dark. And every eye in that infernal pit
Beheld it still; and from its face-how fair! O, how exceeding fair!--for ever sought, But ever vainly sought, to turn away. That image, as I guess, was Virtue; for Naught else hath God given countenance so fair But why in such a place it should abide ? What place it is? What beings there lament ? Whence came they? and for what their endless groan?
Why curse they God? why seek they utter death? And chief, what means the resurrection morn ? My youth expects thy reverend age to tell?
Thou rightly deem'st, fair youth, began the bard, The form thou saw'st was Virtue, ever fair. Virtue, like God, whose excellent majesty, Whose glory virtue is, is omnipresent. No being, once created rational, Accountable, endowed with moral sense, With sapience of right and wrong endowed, And charged, however fallen, debased, destroyed; However lost, forlorn, and miserable;
In guilt's dark shrouding wrapped, however thick; However drunk, delirious, and mad, With sin's full cup; and with whatever damned, Unnatural diligence it work and toil, Can banish Virtue from its sight, or once | Forget that she is fair. Hides it in night,
In central night; takes it the lightning's wing, And flies for ever on, beyond the bounds Of all; drinks it the maddest cup of sin; Dives it beneath the ocean of despair; It dives, it drinks, it flies, it hides in vain. For still the eternal beauty, image fair, Once stamped upon the soul, before the eye All lovely stands, nor will depart; so God Ordains; and lovely to the worst she seems, And ever seems; and as they look, and still Must ever look, upon her loveliness, Remembrance dire of what they were, of what They might have been, and bitter sense of what They are, polluted, ruined, hopeless, lost, With most repenting torment rend their hearts. So God ordains, their punishment severe, Eternally inflicted by themselves. "Tis this, this Virtue hovering evermore Before the vision of the damned, and in Upon their monstrous moral nakedness Casting unwelcome light, that makes their wo, That makes the essence of the endless flame. Where this is, there is hell, darker than aught. That he, the bard three-visioned, darkest saw. The place thou sawst was hell; the groans thou heardst
The wailings of the damned, of those who would Not be redeemed, and at the judgment day, Long past, for unrepented sins were damned. The seven loud thunders which thou heardst, de- clare
The eternal wrath of the Almighty God.
But whence, or why they came to dwell in wo, Why they curse God, what means the glorious
Of resurrection, these a longer tale Demand, and lead the mournful lyre far back Through memory of sin and mortal man. Yet haply not rewardless we shall trace The dark disastrous years of finished Time. Sorrows remembered sweeten present joy. Nor yet shall all be sad; for God gave peace, Much peace, on earth, to all who feared his name.
But first it needs to say, that other style And other language than thy ear is wont, Thou must expect to hear, the dialect Of man. For each in heaven a relish holds Of former speech, that points to whence he came. But whether I of person speak, or place, Event or action, moral or divine; Or things unknown compare to things unknown; Allude, imply, suggest, apostrophize;
Or touch, when wandering through the past, on moods
Of mind thou never feltst; the meaning still, With easy apprehension, thou shalt take. So perfect here is knowledge, and the strings Of sympathy so tuned, that every word That each to other speaks, though never heard
THIS said, he waked the golden harp, and thus, While on him inspiration breathed, began.
As from yon everlasting hills that gird Heaven northward, I thy course espied, I judge Thou from the arctic regions came? Perhaps Thou noticed on thy way a little orb, Attended by one moon, her lamp by night, With her fair sisterhood of planets seven, Revolving round their central sun; she third In place, in magnitude the fourth. That orb, New made, new named, inhabited anew,- Though whiles we sons of Adam visit still, Our native place, not changed so far but we Can trace our ancient walks, the scenery Of childhood, youth, and prime, and hoary age But scenery most of suffering and wo,- That little orb, in days remote of old, When angels yet were young, was made for man, And titled Earth, her primal virgin name ;- Created first so lovely, so adorned
With hill, and dale, and lawn, and winding vale, Woodland, and stream, and lake, and rolling seas, Green mead, and fruitful tree, and fertile grain, And herb and flower; so lovely, so adorned With numerous beasts of every kind, with fowl Of every wing and every tuneful note, And with all fish that in the multitude Of waters swam; so lovely, so adorned, So fit a dwelling place for man, that, as She rose, complete, at the creating word, The morning stars, the sons of God, aloud Shouted for joy; and God, beholding, saw The fair design, that from eternity His mind conceived, accomplished, and, well pleased,
His six days finished work most good pronounced, And man declared the sovereign prince of all.
All else was prone, irrational, and mute, And unaccountable, by instinct led. But man he made of angel form erect, To hold communion with the heavens above; And on his soul impressed his image fair, His own similitude of holiness,
Of virtue, truth, and love; with reason high To balance right and wrong, and conscience quick To choose or to reject; with knowledge great, Prudence and wisdom, vigilance and strength,
To guard all force or guile; and, last of all, The highest gift of God's abundant grace, With perfect, free, unbiased will. Thus man Was made upright, immortal made, and crowned The king of all; to eat, to drink, to do Freely and sovereignly his will entire. By one command alone restrained, to prove, As was most just, his filial love sincere, His loyalty, obedience due, and faith. And thus the prohibition ran, expressed, As God is wont, in terms of plainest truth. Of every tree that in the garden grows Thou mayest freely eat; but of the tree That knowledge hath of good and ill, eat not, Nor touch; for in the day thou eatest, thou Shalt die. Go, and this one command obey, Adam, live and be happy, and, with thy Eve, Fit consort, multiply and fill the earth.
Thus they, the representatives of men, Were placed in Eden, choicest spot of earth. With royal honour and with glory crowned, Adam, the Lord of all, majestic walked, With godlike countenance sublime, and form Of lofty towering strength; and by his side Eve, fair as morning star, with modesty Arrayed, with virtue, grace, and perfect love: In holy marriage wed, and eloquent Of thought and comely words, to worship God And sing his praise, the Giver of all good: Glad, in each other glad, and glad in hope; Rejoicing in their future happy race.
O lovely, happy, blest, immortal pair! Pleased with the present, full of glorious hope. But short, alas, the song that sings their bliss! Henceforth the history of man grows dark! Shade after shade of deepening gloom descends; And Innocence laments her robes defiled. Who farther sings, must change the pleasant lyre To heavy notes of wo. Why! dost thou ask, Surprised? The answer will surprise thee more. Man sinned; tempted, he ate the guarded tree;- Tempted of whom thou afterwards shalt hear;- Audacious, unbelieving, proud, ungrateful, He ate the interdicted fruit, and fell; And in his fall, his universal race; For they in him by delegation were, In him to stand or fall, to live or die.
Man most ingrate! so full of grace, to sin, Here interposed the new arrived, so full Of bliss, to sin against the Gracious One! The holy, just, and good! the Eternal Love! Unseen, unheard, unthought of wickedness! Why slumbered vengeance? No, it slumbered not. The ever just and righteous God would let His fury loose, and satisfy his threat.
That had been just, replied the reverend bard, But done, fair youth, thou ne'er hadst met me here; I ne'er had seen yon glorious throne in peace. Thy powers are great, originally great,
| And purified even at the fount of light. Exert them now, call all their vigour out; Take room, think vastly, meditate intensely, Reason profoundly; send conjecture forth, Let fancy fly, stoop down, ascend; all length, All breadth explore, all moral, all divine; Ask prudence, justice, mercy ask, and might; Weigh good with evil, balance right with wrong; With virtue vice compare, hatred with love; God's holiness, God's justice, and God's truth, Deliberately and cautiously compare With sinful, wicked, vile, rebellious man; And see if thou canst punish sin, and let Mankind go free. Thou failst; be not surprised. I bade thee search in vain. Eternal love, Harp, lift thy voice on high! eternal love, Eternal, sovereign love, and sovereign grace, Wisdom, and power, and mercy infinite, The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, God, Devised the wondrous plan, devised, achieved, And in achieving made the marvel more. Attend, ye heavens! ye heaven of heavens! attend, Attend and wonder, wonder evermore! When man had fallen, rebelled, insulted God; Was most polluted, yet most madly proud; Indebted infinitely, yet most poor; Captive to sin, yet willing to be bound: To God's incensed justice and hot wrath Exposed, due victim of eternal death
And utter wo-Harp, lift thy voice on high! Ye everlasting hills! ye angels! bow, Bow, ye redeemed of men !-God was made flesh, And dwelt with man on earth! the Son of God, Only begotten, and well beloved, between Men and his Father's justice interposed; Put human nature on; His wrath sustained; And in their name suffered, obeyed, and died, Making his soul an offering for sin; Just for unjust, and innocence for guilt, By doing, suffering, dying, unconstrained, Save by omnipotence of boundless grace, Complete atonement made to God appeased; Made honourable his insulted law,
Turning the wrath aside from pardoned man. Thus Truth and Mercy met, and Righteousness, Stooping from highest heaven, embraced fair Peace, That walked the earth in fellowship with Love. O love divine! O mercy infinite! The audience here in glowing rapture broke, O love, all height above, all depth below, Surpassing far all knowledge, all desire, All thought! The Holy One for sinners dies! The Lord of life for guilty rebels bleeds, Quenches eternal fire with blood divine! Abundant mercy! overflowing grace! There, whence I came, I something heard of men Their name had reached us, and report did speak Of some abominable horrid thing,
Of desperate offence they had committed.
And something too of wondrous grace we heard. | Refuse, when autumn came, and famine threatAnd oft of our celestial visitants
What man, what God had done, inquired; but they,
Forbid, our asking never met directly,
Exhorting still to persevere upright,
To reap the golden field that charity
Bestowed; nay, more obdurate, proud, and blind, And stupid still, refused, though much beseeched, And long entreated, even with Mercy's tears,
And we should hear in heaven, though greatly To eat what to his very lips was held, blest
Ourselves, new wonders of God's wondrous love. This hinting, keener appetite to know Awaked; and as we talked, and much admired What new we there should learn, we hasted each To nourish virtue to perfection up, That we might have our wondering resolved And leave of louder praise to greater deeds Of loving kindness due. Mysterious love! God was made flesh, and dwelt with men on earth! Blood holy, blood divine for sinners shed! My asking ends, but makes my wonder more. Saviour of men! henceforth be thou my theme; Redeeming love, my study day and night. Mankind were lost, all lost, and all redeemed! Thou errst again, but innocently errst,
Not knowing sin's depravity, nor man's Sincere and persevering wickedness.
Cooked temptingly, he certainly, at least, Deserved to die of hunger, unbemoaned. So did the wicked spurn the grace of God; And so were punished with the second death. The first, no doubt, punition less severe Intended; death, belike, of all entire. But this incurred, by God discharged, and life Freely presented, and again despised, Despised, though bought with Merry's proper blood,
'Twas this dug hell, and kindled all its bounds With wrath and inextinguishable fire.
Free was the offer, free to all, of life And of salvation; but the proud of heart, Because 'twas free, would not accept; and still To merit wished; and choosing, thus unshipped, Uncompassed, unprovisioned, and bestormed, To swim a sea of breadth immeasurable,
All were redeemed? Not all, or thou hadst heard They scorned the goodly bark, whose wings the
Although beseeched, refused to be redeemed, Redeemed from death to life, from wo to bliss! Canst thou believe my song when thus I sing? When man had fallen, was ruined, hopeless, lost-Of creature meriting in sight of God, Ye choral harps! ye angels that excel In strength! and loudest, ye redeemed of men! To God, to Him that sits upon the throne On high, and to the Lamb, sing honour, sing Dominion, glory, blessing sing, and praise!— When man had fallen, was ruined, hopeless, lost, Messiah, Prince of Peace, Eternal King, Died, that the dead might live, the lost be saved. Wonder, O heavens! and be astonished, earth! Thou ancient, thou forgotten earth! ye worlds ad-
Of God's eternal Spirit filled for heaven, That stopped to take them in, and so were lost. What wonders dost thou tell? To merit, how!
Admire and be confounded! and thou hell, Deepen thy eternal groan !-men would not be Redeemed, I speak of many, not of all,- Would not be saved for lost, have life for death! Mysterious song! the new arrived exclaimed, Mysterious mercy! most mysterious hate! To disobey was mad, this madder far, Incurable insanity of will!
What now but wrath could guilty men expect? What more could love, what more could mercy do? No more, resumed the bard, no more they could. Thou hast seen hell. The wicked there lament: And why? for love and mercy twice despised. The husbandman, who sluggishly forgot In spring to plough and sow, could censure none, Though winter clamoured round his empty barns, But he who, having thus neglected, did
As right of service done, I never heard Till now. We never fell; in virtue stood Upright, and persevered in holiness; But stood by grace, by grace we persevered. Ourselves, our deeds, our holiest, highest deeds Unworthy aught; grace worthy endless praise. If we fly swift, obedient to his will, He gives us wings to fly; if we resist Temptation, and ne'er fall, it is his shield Omnipotent that wards it off; if we, With love unquenchable, before him burn, 'Tis he that lights and keeps alive the flame. Men surely lost their reason in their fall, And did not understand the offer made.
They might have understood, the bard replied; They had the Bible. Hast thou ever heard Of such a book? The author, God himself; The subject, God and man, salvation, life And death-eternal life, eternal death- Dread words! whose meaning has no end, no bounds-
Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord! Star of eternity! the only star
By which the bark of man could navigate The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss Securely! only star which rose on Time, And on its dark and troubled billows, still, As generation, drifting swiftly by,
Succeeded generation, threw a ray
Of heaven's own light, and to the hills of God, The eternal hills, pointed the sinner's eye. By prophets, seers, and priests, and sacred bards, Evangelists, apostles, men inspired, And by the Holy Ghost anointed, set Apart and consecrated to declare
To Earth the counsels of the Eternal One, This book, this holiest, this sublimest book, Was sent. Heaven's will, Heaven's code of laws entire,
To man, this book contained; defined the bounds Of vice and virtue, and of life and death; And what was shadow, what was substance taught. Much it revealed; important all; the least Worth more than what else seemed of highest worth,
But this of plainest, most essential truth: That God is one, eternal, holy, just, Omnipotent, omniscient, infinite;
Most wise, most good, most merciful and true; In all perfection most unchangeable: That man, that every man of every clime And hue, of every age and every rank, Was bad, by nature and by practice bad; In understanding blind, in will perverse, In heart corrupt; in every thought, and word, Imagination, passion, and desire,
Most utterly depraved throughout, and ill, In sight of Heaven, though less in sight of man; At enmity with God his maker born, And by his very life an heir of death: That man, that every man was, farther, most Unable to redeem himself, or pay
One mite of his vast debt to God; nay, more, Was most reluctant and averse to be Redeemed, and sin's most voluntary slave: That Jesus, Son of God, of Mary born In Bethlehem, and by Pilate crucified On Calvary, for man thus fallen and lost, Died; and, by death, life and salvation bought, And perfect righteousness, for all who should In his great name believe: That He, the third In the eternal Essence, to the prayer Sincere should come, should come as soon as asked, Proceeding from the Father and the Son, To give faith and repentance, such as God Accepts; to open the intellectual eyes, Blinded by sin; to bend the stubborn will, Perversely to the side of wrong inclined, To God and his commandments, just and good; The wild, rebellious passions to subdue, And bring them back to harmony with heaven; To purify the conscience, and to lead The mind into all truth, and to adorn With every holy ornament of grace, And sanctify the whole renewed soul, Which henceforth might no more fall totally, But persevere, though erring oft, amidst
The mists of Time, in piety to God, And sacred works of charity to men: That he who thus believed, and practised thus, Should have his sins forgiven, however vile; Should be sustained at mid-day, morn, and even By God's omnipotent, eternal grace: And in the evil hour of sore disease, Temptation, persecution, war, and death,— For temporal death, although unstinged, remain- ed,-
Beneath the shadow of the Almighty's wings Should sit unhurt, and at the judgment-day, Should share the resurrection of the just, And reign with Christ in bliss for evermore: That all, however named, however great, Who would not thus believe, nor practise thus, But in their sins impenitent remained, Should in perpetual fear and terror live; Should die unpardoned, unredeemed, unsaved; And, at the hour of doom, should be cast out To utter darkness in the night of hell, By mercy and by God abandoned there To reap the harvests of eternal wo.
This did the book declare in obvious phrase, In most sincere and honest phrase, by God Himself selected and arranged, so clear, So plain, so perfectly distinct, that none, Who read with humble wish to understand, And asked the Spirit, given to all who asked, Could miss their meaning, blazed in heavenly light. This book, this holy book, on every line Marked with the seal of high divinity, On every leaf bedewed with drops of love Divine, and with the eternal heraldry And signature of God Almighty stamped From first to last, this ray of sacred light, This lamp, from off the everlasting throne, Mercy took down, and in the night of Time Stood, casting on the dark her gracious bow; And evermore beseeching men, with tears And earnest sighs, to read, believe, and live. And many to her voice gave ear, and read, Believed, obeyed; and now, as the Amen, True, Faithful Witness swore, with snowy robes And branchy palms, surround the fount of life, And drink the streams of immortality, For ever happy, and for ever young.
Many believed; but more the truth of God Turned to a lie; deceiving and deceived; Each with the accursed sorcery of sin, To his own wish and vile propensity Transforming still the meaning of the text.
Hear, while I briefly tell what mortals proved, By effort vast of ingenuity,
Most wondrous, though perverse and damnable, Proved from the Bible, which, as thou hast heard, So plainly spoke that all could understand. First, and not least in number, argued some, From out this book itself, it was a lie,
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