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13 93 Death's prime Slave-merchants! Scorpion-whips of When, stung to rage by Pity, eloquent men Fate!
Have roused with pealing voice unnumber'd tribes Grid Nor least in savagery of holy zeal,
That toil and groan and bleed, hungry and blind. 13 Apt for the yoke, the race degenerate,
These hush'd awhile with patient eye serene, Whom Britain erst had blush'd to call her sons ! Shall watch the mad careering of the storm;
Thee to defend the Moloch Priest prefers Then o'er the wild and wavy chaos rush ' The prayer of hate, and bellows to the herd And tame the outrageous mass, with plastic might That Deity, Accomplice Deity
Moulding Confusion to such perfect forms, In the fierce jealousy of waken'd wrath
As erst were wont, bright visions of the day! forth with our armies and our fleets, To float before them, when, the Summer noon, To scatter the red ruin on their foes ?
Beneath some arch'd romantic rock reclined, Eero O blasphemy! to mingle fiendish deeds
They felt the sea-breeze lift their youthful locks; i With blessedness!
Or in the month of blossoms, at mild eve,
Wandering with desultory feet inhaled
The wasted perfumes, and the rocks and woods From everlasting Thou! We shall not die.
And many-tinted streams and seuing Sun el These, even these, in mercy didst thou form,
With all his gorgeous company of clouds Teachers of Good through Evil, by brief wrong
Ecstatic gazed! then homeward as they stray'd Making Truth lovely, and her future might
Cast the sad eye to earth, and inly mused Magnetic o'er the fix'd untrembling heart.
Why there was Misery in a world so fair.
Ah far removed from all that glads the sense,
From all that softens or ennobles Man, In the primeval age a dateless while
The wretched Many! Bent beneath their loads The vacant Shepherd wander'd with his flock, ? Pitching his tent where'er the green grass waved.
They gape at pageant Power, nor recognize E But soon Imagination conjured up
Their cots' transmuted plunder! From the tree. An host of new desires : with busy aim,
Of Knowledge, ere the vernal sap had risen 21* Each for himself, Earth's eager children toil'd.
Rudely disbranch'd! Blessed Society! So Property began, two-streaming fount,
Fitlicst depictured by some sun-scorch'd waste, Whence Vice and Virtue Now, honey and gall.
Where oft majestic through the tainted noon
The Simoom sails, before whose purple pomp Hence the soft couch, and many-color'd robe, The timbrel, and arch'd dome and costly feast,
Who falls not prostrate dies ! And where by night, With all the inventive arts, that nursed the soul
Fast by each precious fountain on green herbs
The lion couches; or hyena dips
Deep in the lucid stream his bloody jaws;
Or serpent plants his vast moon-glittering bulk, Best pleasured with its own activity.
Caught in whose monstrous twine Behemoth* yells, And hence Disease that withers manhood's arm,
His bones loud-crashing !
ye numberless, That vex and desolate our mortal life.
Whom foul Oppression's ruffian gluttony Wide-wasting ills ! yet each the immediate source Drives from life's plenteous feast! O thou poor Of mightier good. Their keen necessities
wretch, To ceaseless action goading human thought Who nursed in darkness and made wild by want, Have made Earth's reasoning animal her Lord ; Roamest for prey, yea thy unnatural hand And the pale-featured Sage's trembling hand Dost lift to deeds of blood! O pale-eyed form, Strong as an host of armed Deities,
The victim of seduction, doom'd to know Such as the blind Ionian fabled erst.
Polluted nights and days of blasphemy ;
Who in lothed orgies with lewd wassailers From Avarice thus, from Luxury and War
Must gaily laugh, while thy remember'd home Sprang heavenly Science ; and from Science Gnaws like a viper at thy secret heart ! Freedom.
O aged Women! ye who weekly catch O'er waken'd realms Philosophers and Bards
The morsel 10 s'd by law-forced Charity, Spread in concentric circles : they whose souls, And die so slowly, that none call it murder! Conscious of their high dignities from God, O lothely Suppliants ! ye, that unreceived Brook not Wealth's rivalry! and they who long
Totter heart-broken from the closing gates Enamour'd with the charms of order hate
of the full Lazar-house : or, gazing, stand The unseenly disproportion : and whoe'er Sick with despair ! O ye to Glory's field Turn with mild sorrow from the victor's car
Forced or ensnared, who, as ye gasp in death, And the low puppetry of thrones, to muse
Bleed with new wounds beneath the Vulture's beak On that blest triumph, when the patriot Sage
O thou poor Widow, who in dreams dost view Call'd the red lightnings from the o'er-rushing eloud, Thy Husband's mangled corse, and from short doze And dash'd the beauteous Terrors on the earth Start'st with a shriek ; or in thy half-thatch'd cot Smiling majestic. Such a phalanx ne'er
Waked by the wintry night-storm, wet and cold, Measured firm paces to the calming sound
Cow'rst-o'er thy screaming baby! Rest awhile Of Spartan flute! These on the fated day,
• Behemoth, in Hebrew, signifies wild beasts in general. * Art thou not from everlasting, O Lord, mine Holy one? Some believe it is the elephant, some the hippopotamus; some We shall not die. O Lord, thou hast ordained them for judg- affirm it is the wild bull. Poetically, il designates any large inent, etc.-Habakkuk.
Children of Wretchedness! More groans must rise. With conscious zeal had urged Love's wondrous plan,
The high Groves of the renovated Earth
Raises to heaven: and he of mortal kind
Wisest, he* first who mark'd the ideal tribes
O years ! the blest pre-eminence of Saints !
Ye sweep athwart my gaze, so heavenly bright, Uprooting empires with his whirlwind arm,
The wings that veil the adoring Seraph's eyes, Mocketh high Heaven ; burst hideous from the cell What time he bends before the Jasper Throne, Where the old Hag, unconquerable, huge,
Reflect no lovelier hues ! yet ye depart, Creation's eyeless drudge, black Ruin, sits
And all beyond is darkness! Heights most strange,
Whence Fancy falls, Muttering her idle wing.
When seized in his mid course, the Sun shall wane
Making noon ghastly! Who of woman born Pure Faith! meek Piety! The abhorred Form
May image in the workings of his thought, Whose scarlet robe was stiff with earthly pomp, How the black-visaged, red-eyed Fiend outstretch di Who drank iniquity in cups of gold,
Beneath the unsteady feet of Nature groans, Whose names were many and all blasphemous,
In feverish slumbers--destin'd then to wake, Hath met the horrible judgment! Whence that cry? When fiery whirlwinds thunder his dread name The mighty army of foul Spirits shriek’d
And Angels shout, Destruction! How his arm Disherited of earth! For she hath fallen
The last great Spirit lifting high in air On whose black front was written Mystery ;
Shall swear by Him, the ever-living One,
Time is no more !
Believe thou, O my soul,
Life is a vision shadowy of Truth ;
Shapes of a dream! The veiling clouds retire,
And lo! the Throne of the redeeming God
Forth flashing unimaginable day,
Contemplant Spirits ! ye that hover o'er
With untired gaze the immeasurable fount Enjoy the equal produce. Such delights
Ebullient with creative Deity! As float to earth, permited visitants !
And ye of plastic power, that interfused When in some hour of solemn jubilee
Roll through the grosser and material mass
In organizing surge! Holies of God!
I haply journeying my immortal course
In ministries of heart-stirring song,
And aye on Meditation's heavenward wing
Whose day-spring rises glorious in my soul
As the great Sun, when he his influence When that blest future rushes on my view!
Sheds on the frost-bound waters--The glad stream For in his own and in his Father's might
Flows to the ray, and warbles as it flows.
* David Ilartley.
† Rev. Chap. iv. v. 2 and 3.--And immediately I was in the Spirit: and behold, a Throne was set in Heaven, and one sat on the throne. And he that sat was to look upon like a jasper
and sardine stone, etc. Alluding to the French Revolution.
The final Destruction impersonated.
And what if some rebellious, o'er dark realms
Arrogate power? yet these train up to God,
And on the rude eye, unconfirm'd for day,
Flash meteor-lights better than total gloom.
As ere from Lieule-Vaive's vapory head
The Laplander beholds the far-off Sun AUSPICIOUS Reverence! Hush all meaner song, Dart his slant beam on unobeying snows, Ere we the deep preluding strain have pour'd While yet the stern and solitary Night To the Great Fathe only Rightful King,
Brooks no alternate sway, the Boreal Morn Eternal Father! King Omnipotent!
With mimic lustre substitutes its gleam,
Or Balda-Zhiok,* or the mossy stone
Scream in its scanty cradle: he the while
Thinking himself those happy spirits shall join
Who there in floating robes of rosy light
Dance sportively. For Fancy is the Power
That first unsensualizes the dark mind,
Giving it new delights; and bids it swell
With wild activity ; and peopling air,
By obscure fears of Beings invisible,
Emancipates it from the grosser thrall
of the present impulse, teaching Self-control, Placed with our backs to bright Reality,
Till Superstition with unconscious hand
Seat Reason on her throne. Wherefore not vain, That we may learn with young unwounded ken The substance from its shadow, Infinite Love,
Nor yet without permitted power impressid, Whose latenee is the plenitude of All,
I deem'd those legends terrible, with which Thou with retracted Beams, and Self-eclipse
The polar ancient thrills his unconth throng;
Whether of pitying Spirits that make their moan
Vuokho, of whose rushing wings the noise
Pierces the untravell'd realms of Ocean's bed Their subtle fluids, impacts, essences,
(Where live the innocent, as far from cares Self-working tools, uncaus'd effects, and all
As from the storms and overwhelining waves Those blind Omniscients, those Almighty Slaves, Dark tumbling on the surface of the deep), Untenanting creation of its God.
Over the abysm, even to that uttermost cave
By misshaped prodigies beleaguer'd, such But properties are God: the naked mass
As Earth ne'er bred, nor Air, nor the upper Sea. (If mass there be, fantastic Guess or Ghost)
There dwells the Fury Form, whose unheard Acts only by its inactivity.
name Here we pause humbly. Others boldlier think
With eager eye, pale cheek, suspended breath, That as one body seems the aggregate Of Atoms numberless, each organized ; So, by a strange and dim similitude,
• Balda Zhiok; i. e. mons altitudinis, the highest mountain
in Lapland. Infinite myriads of self-conscious minds Are one all-conscious Spirit, which informs
† Solfar Kapper; capitium Solfar, hic locus omnium quot
quot veterum Lapponum superstitio sacrificiis religiosoque culWith absolute ubiquity of thought
tui dedicavit, celebratissimus erat, in parte sinus australig situs (His one eternal self-affirming Act!)
semimilliaris spatio a mari distans. Ipse locus, quem curiositatis All his involved Monads, that yet seem
gratia aliquando me invisisse memini, duabus prealtis lapidibus, With various province and apt agency
sibi invicem oppositis, quorum alter musco circumdatus erat,
constabat.-Leemius De Lapponibus. Each to pursue its own self-centering end.
I The Lapland Women carry their infants at their back in a Some nurse the infant diamond in the mine; piece of excavated wood, which serves them for a cradle. Some roll the genial juices through the oak; Opposite to the infant's mouth there is a hole for it to breathe Some drive the mutinous clouds to clash in air, through.-Mirandum prorsus est et vix credibile nisi cui vidisset
contigit. Lappones hyeme iter facientes per vastas montes, perAnd rushing on the storm with whirlwind speed,
que horrida et invia tesqua, co presertim tempore quo omnia Yoke the red lightning to their volleying car. perpetuis nivibus obtecta sunt et pives ventis agitantur et in Thus these pursue their never-varying course, gyros aguntur, viam ad destinata loca absque errore invenire No eddy in their stream. Others, more wild,
posse, lactantem autem infantem si quem habeat, ipsa mater With complex interests weaving human fates,
in dorso bajulat, in excavato ligno (Gieed'k ipsi vocant) quod
pro cunis utuntur: in hoc infans pannis et pellibus convolutus Duteous or proud, alike obedient all,
colligatus jacet.-- Leemius De Lapponibus. Evolve the process of eternal good.
V Jaibme Aibmo.
And lips half-opening with the dread of sound, Was moulded to such features as declared
And like a haŭghty Huntress of the woods
She mov'd: yet sure she was a gentle maid ! Arm'd with Torngarsuck’s* power, the Spirit of And in each motion her most innocent soul Good,
Beam'd forth so brightly, that who saw would say Forces to unchain the foodful progeny
Guilt was a thing impossible in her!
In this bad World as in a place of Tombs,
And touch'd not the pollutions of the Dead.
’T was the cold season, when the Rustic's eye
From the drear desolate whiteness of his fields If there be Beings of higher class than Man,
Rolls for relief to watch the skiey tints I deem no nobler province they possess,
And clouds slow varying their huge imagery ; Than by disposal of apt circumstance
When now, as she was wont, the healthful Maid
Had left her pallet ere one beam of day
Slanted the fog-smoke. She went forth alone,
Urged by the indwelling angel-guide, that oft,
With dim inexplicable sympathies
Disquieting the Heart, shapes out Man's course The Palace-roof and soothe the Monarch's pride.
To the predoom'd adventure. Now the ascent
She climbs of that steep upland, on whose top And such, perhaps, the Spirit, who (if words
The Pilgrim-Man, who long since eve had watch'd Witness'd by answering deeds may claim our Faith) The alien shine of unconcerning Stars,
Shouts to himself, there first the Abbey-lights Held commune with that warrior-maid of France Who scourged the Invader. From her infant days, The winding sheep-track yale-ward: when, behold
Seen in Neufchatel's vale; now slopes adown
In the first entrance of the level road
An unattended Team! The foremost horse
Lay with stretch'd limbs; the others, yet alive, And Heaven had doom'd her early years to Toil,
But-stiff and cold, stood motionless, their manes
Hoar with the frozen night-dews. Dismally
The dark-red down now glimmerd; but its gleams
Disclosed no face of man. The Maiden paused, On the poor Laboring man with kindly looks, And minister refreshment to the tired
Then hail'd who might be near. No voice replied. Way-wanderer, when along the rough-hewn Bench From the thwart wain at length there reach'd her The sweltry man had stretch'd him, and aloft
A sound so feeble that it almost seem'd
A miserable man crept forth : his limbs Learnt more than Schools could teach: Man's shift- Faint on the shafts he rested. She, meantime, ing mind,
Saw crowded close beneath the coverture
A mother and her children-lifeless all,
Yet lovely! not a lineament was marridStill as a Daughter, would she run: she placed
Death had put on so slumber-like a form! His cold Limbs at the sunny Door, and loved
It was a piteous sight; and one, a babe, To hear him story, in his garrulous sort,
The crisp milk frozen on its innocent lips, Of his eventful years, all come and gone.
Lay on the woman's arm, its little hand
Stretch'd on her bosom,
She shudder'd: but, each vainer pang subdued,
Quick disentangling from the foremost horse * They call the Good Spirit Torngarsuck. The other great The rustic bands, with difficulty and toil but malignant spirit is a nameless Female; she dwells under The stiff cramp'd team forced homeward. There the sea in a great house, where she can detain in captivity all
arrived, the animals of the ocean by her magic power. When a dearth befalls the Greenlanders, an Angekok or magician must under- Anxiously tends him she with healing herbs, take a journey thither. He passcs through the kingdom of And weeps and prays--but the numb power of Death fouls, over an horrible abyss into the Palace of this phantom, Spreads o'er his limbs; and cre the noontide hour, .nd by his enchantments causes the captive creatures to ascend The hovering spirits of his Wife and Babes directly to the surface of the ocean.-See Crantz' Hist. of Hail him immortal! Yet amid his pangs, Greenland, vol. i. 206.
With interruptions long from ghastly throes, Sent forth, when she the Protoplast beheld
Moaning she fled, and entered the Profound
Of darkness palpable, Desert of Death
There many a dateless age the Beldame lurk'd They saw the neighboring Hamlets flame, they And trembled; till engender'd by fierce Hate, heard
Fierce Hate and gloomy Hope, a Dream arose, ['proar and shrieks! and terror-struck drove on Shaped like a black cloud mark'd with streaks of Through unfrequented roads, a weary way!
fire. But saw nor house nor cottage. All had quench'd It roused the Hell-Hag: she the dew damp wiped Their evening hearth-fire : for the alarm had spread. From off her brow, and through the uncouth maze The air clipt keen, the night was fang'd with frost, Retraced her steps; but ere she reach'd the mouth And they provisionless! The weeping wife
Of that drear labyrinth, shuddering she paused, Ill hush'd her children's moans; and still they Nor dared re-enter the diminish'd Gulf. moan'd,
As through the dark vaults of some moulder'd Till Fright and Cold and Hunger drank their life.
Tower They closed their eyes in sleep, nor knew 't was (Which, fearful to approach, the evening Hind Death.
Circles at distance in his homeward way) He only, lashing his o'er-wearied team,
The winds breathe hollow, deem'd the plaining groan Gaind a sad respite, till beside the bare
Of prison'd spirits; with such fearful voice of the high hill his foremost horse dropp'd dead.
Night murmur'd, and the sound through Chaos went. Then hopeless, strengthless, sick for lack of food, Leap'd at her call her hideous-fronted brood ! He crept beneath the coverture, entranced,
A dark behest they heard, and rush'd on earth ; Till waken'd by the maiden. --Such his tale. Since that sad hour, in Camps and Courts adored,
Rebels from God, and Monarchs o'er Mankind!” Ah! suffering to the height of what was suffer'd, Sang with too keen a sympathy, the Maid
From his obscure haunt Brooded with moving lips, mute, startful, dark ! And now her Aush'd tumultuous features shot
Shriek'd Fear, of Cruelty the ghastly Dam, Such strange vivacity, as fires the eye
Feverish yet freezing, eager-paced yet slow, Of misery Fancy-crazed ! and now once more
As she that creeps from forth her swampy reeds, Naked, and void, and fix'd, and all within
Ague, the biform Hag! when early Spring
Beams on the marsh-bred vapors.
“ Even so" (the exulting Maiden said) Aside the beacon, up whose smoulder'd stones
• The sainted Heralds of Good Tidings fell, The tender ivy-trails crept thinly, there,
And thus they witness'd God! But now the clouds l'nconscious of the driving element,
Treading, and storms beneath their feet, they soar Yea, swallow'd up in the ominous dream, she sate Higher, and higher soar, and soaring sing Ghastly as broad-eyed Slumber! a dim anguish Loud songs of Triumph! ( ye spirits of God, Breathed from her look! and still, with pant and sob, Hover around my mortal agonies !”. Inly she told to flee, and still subdued,
She spake, and instantly faint melody Felt an inevitable Presence near.
Melts on her ear, soothing and sad, and slow,
Such Measures, as at calmest midnight heard Thus as she toild in troublous ecstasy,' By aged Hermit in his holy dream, An horror of great darkness wrapt her round, Foretell and solace death ; and now they rise And a voice ultered forth unearthly tones, Louder, as when with harp and mingled voice Calming her soul,-* ( Thou of the Most Iligh The white-robed* multitude of slaughter'd saints Chosen, whom all the perfected in Heaven At Heaven's wide-opend portals gratulant Behold expectant
Receive some martyr'd Patriot. The harmony
Entranced the Maid, till each suspended sense (The following fragments were intended to form part of the Brief slumber seized, and confused ecstasy. Poem when finished.]
At length awakening slow, she gazed around : « Maid beloved of Heaven!" And through a Mist, the relic of that trance (To her the tutelary Power exclaim'd)
Still thinning as she gazed, an Isle appear'd, Of Chaos the adventurous progeny
Its high, o'er-hanging, white, broad-breasted cliffs, Thou seest; foul missionaries of foul sire, Glass'd on the subject ocean. A vast plain Fierce to regain the losses of that hour
Stretch'd opposite, where ever and anon
* Revel. vi. 9, 11. And when he had opened the fifth seal, I With slimy shapes and miscreated life
saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the
word of God, and for the testimony which they held. And Poisoning the vast Pacific, the fresh breeze white robes were given unto every one of them, and it was Wakens the merchant-sail uprising. Night
said unto them that they should rest yet for a little season, A heavy unimaginable moan
until their fellow servants also and their brethren, that should be killed as they were, should be fulfilled.