And witnesses her peace Whose woe to him were bitterer than death, Sees her unfaded cheek Glow mantling in first luxury of health, Thrills with her lovely eyes, Which like two stars amid the heaving main Sparkle through liquid bliss. Then in her triumph spoke the Fairy I will not call the ghost of ages gone And those events that desolate the earth Space, matter, time, and mind. Futurity O human Spirit! spur thee to the goal Show somewhat stable, somewhat certain still, A lighthouse o'er the wild of dreary waves. The habitable earth is full of bliss ; Those wastes of frozen billows that were hurled By everlasting snowstorms round the poles, To murmur through the heaven-breathing groves And melodise with man's blest nature there. Those deserts of immeasurable sand, Whose age-collected fervours scarce allowed A bird to live, a blade of grass to spring, Where the shrill chirp of the green lizard's love Broke on the sultry silentness alone, Now teem with countless rills and shady woods, Cornfields and pastures and white cottages; And where the startled wilderness beheld A savage conqueror stained in kindred blood, A tigress sating with the flesh of lambs The unnatural famine of her toothless cubs, Whilst shouts and howlings through the desert rang, Sloping and smooth the daisy-spangled lawn, Offering sweet incense to the sunrise, smiles To see a babe before his mother's door, With the green and golden basilisk Those trackless deeps, where many a weary sail Has seen above the illimitable plain, Morning on night, and night on morning rise, Whilst still no land to greet the wanderer Where matter dared not vegetate or live, unloosed; And fragrant zephyrs there from spicy isles Ruffle the placid ocean-deep, that rolls Its broad, bright surges to the sloping sand, Whose roar is wakened into echoings sweet bright sea, the sun Where the loud roarings of the tempest waves So long have mingled with the gusty wind In melancholy loneliness, and swept The bellowing monster, and the rushing Like passion's fruit, the nightshade's storm, tempting bane Now to the sweet and many-mingling Poisons no more the pleasure it bestows: All bitterness is past; the cup of joy Unmingled mantles to the goblet's brim, And courts the thirsty lips it fled before. sounds Of kindliest human impulses respond. Those lonely realms bright garden-isles begem, With lightsome clouds and shining seas between, And fertile valleys, resonant with bliss, wave, Which like a toil-worn labourer leaps to shore, But chief, ambiguous man, he that can know More misery, and dream more joy than all; Whose keen sensations thrill within his breast To mingle with a loftier instinct there, To meet the kisses of the flowrets there. Lending their power to pleasure and to All things are recreated, and the flame care, Rewarding her with their pure perfect ness: The balmy breathings of the wind inhale stream: No storms deform the beaming brow of Nor scatter in the freshness of its pride Kindling a flush on the fair cheek of Whose virgin bloom beneath the ruddy fruit Reflects its tint and blushes into love. The lion now forgets to thirst for blood: sun Beside the dreadless kid; his claws are sheathed, His teeth are harmless, custom's force has made His nature as the nature of a lamb. pain, Yet raising, sharpening, and refining each; Who stands amid the ever-varying The burthen or the glory of the earth; notes The gradual renovation, and defines Each movement of its progress on his mind. Man, where the gloom of the long polar night Lowers o'er the snow-clad rocks and frozen soil, Where scarce the hardiest herb that braves the frost Basks in the moonlight's ineffectual glow, Shrank with the plants, and darkened with the night; His chilled and narrow energies, his Insensible to courage, truth, or love, Fit compeer of the bears that roamed Whose habits and enjoyments were his Own: His life a feverish dream of stagnant woe, Scattered the seeds of pestilence, and Here now the human being stands fed Unnatural vegetation, where the land Was man a nobler being; slavery Or he was bartered for the fame of power, Which all internal impulses destroying, This adorning loveliest earth with taintless body and mind; Blest from his birth with all bland im- Which gently in his noble bosom wake Which from the exhaustless lore of Draws on the virtuous mind, the thoughts that rise And dragged to distant isles, where to In time-destroying infiniteness, gift the sound With self-enshrined eternity, that mocks Of the flesh-mangling scourge, he does The unprevailing hoariness of age, the work Of all-polluting luxury and wealth, heads And man, once fleeting o'er the transient scene Swift as an unremembered vision, stands The long-protracted fulness of their He slays the lamb that looks him in the Kindled all putrid humours in his frame, Whose rays, diffused throughout all space and time, Verge to one point and blend for ever there : The germs of misery, death, disease, and Of purest spirits thou pure dwelling crime. No longer now the wingèd habitants, away, Flee from the form of man; but gather round, And prune their sunny feathers on the hands Which little children stretch in friendly sport place! Where care and sorrow, impotence and crime, Languor, disease, and ignorance dare not come : O happy Earth, reality of Heaven! Genius has seen thee in her passionate dreams, And dim forebodings of thy loveliness Towards these dreadless partners of their Haunting the human heart, have there play. All things are void of terror: man has lost entwined Those rooted hopes of some sweet place of bliss Where friends and lovers meet to part no more. Thou art the end of all desire and will, Peace cheers the mind, health renovates The product of all action; and the souls That by the paths of an aspiring change Disease and pleasure cease to mingle Have reached thy haven of perpetual here, peace, the frame; Reason and passion cease to combat There rest from the eternity of toil Throng through the human universe, Yon monarch, in his solitary pomp, Was but the mushroom of a summer day, aspire; Thou consummation of all mortal hope! Thou glorious prize of blindly-working That his light-wingèd footstep pressed will! S to dust: D Time was the king of earth: (all things Died in the human frame, and purity Blest with all gifts her earthly wor gave way Before him, but the fixed and virtuous will, y The sacred sympathies of soul and sense, That mocked his fury and prepared his fall. Yet slow and gradual dawned the morn of love; scene, Long lay the clouds of darkness o'er the On all the mingling lineaments of time. How lovely the intrepid front of youth! Till from its native heaven they rolled Which meek-eyed courage decked with freshest grace; away: First, crime triumphant o'er all hope Courage of soul, that dreaded not a careered name, Unblushing, undisguising, bold and And elevated will, that journeyed on Through life's phantasmal scene in fear strong; Whilst falsehood, tricked in virtue's attributes, Long sanctified all deeds of vice and woe, Till done by her own venomous sting to death, She left the moral world without a law, No longer fettering passion's fearless wing, God. lessness, With virtue, love, and pleasure, hand in hand. Then, that sweet bondage which is free- And rivets with sensation's softest tie Nor searing reason with the brand of Needed no fetters of tyrannic law: Then steadily the happy ferment worked; sion went Through tangled glens and wood-em- The growing longings of its dawning Gathering a garland of the strangest Unchecked by dull and selfish chastity, flowers, Yet like the bee returning to her queen, brow, That virtue of the cheaply virtuous, Who pride themselves in senselessness and frost. No longer prostitution's venomed bane Who meek and sober kissed the sportive Poisoned the springs of happiness and No longer trembling at the broken rod. Woman and man, in confidence and love, |