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MYSTERIOUS visitant! whose beauteous light

Among the wondering stars so strangely gleams; Like a proud banner in the train of night,

The unblazoned flag of Deity it streams;

Infinity is written in thy beams;
And thought in vain would thro' the pathless sky

Explore thy secret course; thy circle seems
Too vast for time to grasp ;-0 can that eye
Which numbers hosts like thee, this atom earth desery?

O Thou, my every hope, my only fear ;

Father of Lights, round whom the systems roll, With all their suns and comets, sphere on sphere,

Thy all-pervading energy, the soul,

Thyself the centre of the mighty whole !
When death shall purge the film of sense away,

And truth with irresistible control
Shall seize my ravish'd mind,—that awful day
How shall my soul sustain,—that infinite survey!

Then shall I shudder at the guilty past,

And feel thy awful presence on my heart; Was it at thee, Oh God, my sins I cast ?

Oh! on my trembling soul thy mercy dart,

For now I feel how terrible thou art ! Thou wert All-present, and I saw thee not ;

Thou art my bliss, and yet I said, “ Depart;" Murmured, tho’ boundless mercy fixed my lot:And wilt thou own the soul that thee so oft forgot ?

Ob wondrous thought the high and holy One,

Inhabiting eternity, will make
The humble soul his dwelling-place; the sun

Whose rising beams on orbs innumerous break, ·

Does shine as much for the poor reptile's sake : To Him is nothing great-is nothing small;

He fills a world,-he bids the insect take His being full of bliss ;He form’d them all; He guides the Comet's course,–He marks the sparrow's fall.

Man-man, tho' in the dust his insect-birth,

Beholds his nature unto God allied,

Link'd to the golden throne this creature earth

By ties that shall eternally abide ;

Let suns, let systems perish-- Jesus died
Nor shall one vital spark be quench'd in night,

Which God has kindled :-Here my soul confide,
Safe in the arms of everlasting Might,
And circled with the beams of uncreated light.


| Or peace to man, or judgments dire,

Stranger of Heaven, I bid thee hail!


How lovely is this wilder'd scene,

| Where hast thou roamed these thousand As twilight from her vaults so blue

years? Steals o'er soft Yarrow's mountains green,

Why sought these polar paths again, To sleep embalm'd in midnight dew! | From wilderness of glowing spheres,

To fling thy vestare o'er the wain? All hail, ye hills, whose towering height,

Like shadows, scoops the yielding sky! | And when thou scal'st the milky-way, And thoa, mysterious guest of night,

And vanishest from human view, Dread traveller of immensity !

A thousand worlds shall hail thy ray

Through wilds of yon empyreal blue ! Stranger of Heaven! I bid thee hail! Shred from the pall of glory riven,

0! on thy rapid prow to glide! That flashest in celestial gale,

To sail the boundless skies with thee, Broad pennon of the King of Heaven!

| And plough the twinkling stars aside,

Like foam-bells on a tranquil sea !
Art thou the flag of wo and death,
From angels' ensign-staff unfurl'd ?

To brush the embers from the sun;
Art thou the standard of his wrath

The icicles from off the pole; Waved o'er a sordid, sinful world ? Then far to other systems run,

Where other moons and planets roll! No, from that pure pellucid beam,

That erst o'er plains of Bethlehem shone,* | Stranger of Heaven! O let thine eye No latent evil we can deem,

Smile on a wrapt enthusiast's dream; Bright herald of the eternal throne !

Eccentric as thy course on high,

And airy as thine ambient beam!
Whate'er portends thy front of fire,
Thy streaming locks so lovely pale,-- | And long, long may thy silver ray

Our northern arch at eve adorn; . It was reckoned by many that this was

Then, wheeling to the cast away, the same Comet which appeared at the birth of our Saviour,

Light the grey portals of the morn!


ADAM'S DESCRIPTION OF HIS Knew not; to speak I tried, and forthwith FIRST FEELINGS.


My tongue obeyed, and readily could name MILTON.

Whate'er I saw. Thou Sun, said I, fair light, For man to tell how human life began | And thou enlighten'd Earth, so fresh and gay, Is hard; for who himself beginning knew? Ye bills, and dales, ye rivers, woods, and

plains, As new-wak’d from soundest sleep And yerbat live and move, fair creatures tell, Soft on the flowery herb I found me laid Tell, if ye saw, how came I thas, how here! In balmy sweat, which with his beams the Not of myself; by some great Maker then, sun

In goodness and in power pre-eminent: Soon dried, and on the reeking moisture fed: Tell me, how may I know him, how adore Straight toward Heav'n my wond'ring eyes From whom I have, that thus I move and I turn'd,

I live, And gaz'd awhile the ample sky, till rais'd | And feel that I am happier than I know ! By quick instinctive motion up I sprung, While thus I call'd, and stray'd, I knew not As thitherward endeavouring, and upright I wbither, Stood on my feet; about me round I saw From where I first drew air, and first bebeld Hill, dale, and shady woods, and sunny | This happy light, when answer none replains,

turn'd, And liquid lapse of murm'ring streams; by On a green shady bank profose of flowers, these

Pensive I sat me down: there gentle Sleep Creatures that liv'd and mov'd, or walk'd first found me, and with soft oppression or flew,

seiz'd Birds on the branches warbling; all things My drowsed sense, untroubled, tho’I thought smild,

I then was passing to my former state With fragrance, and with joy my heart o'er Insensible, and forthwith to dissolve: flow'd;

When suddenly stood at my head a Dream, Myself I then perus’d, and limb by limb Whose inward apparition gently mov'd Survey'd, and sometimes went and some- | My fancy to believe I yet had being, times ran

And liv’d: one came, methought, of shape With supple joints, as lively vigour led; divine, But who I was, or where, or from what And said, thy mansion wants thee, Adam, cause,


ADAM AND EVE IN PARADISE. From their Creator, and transgress his will Milton.

For one restraint, lords of the world besides?

Who first seduc'd them to that foul revolt ? Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall,

| Th’Infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile, Godlike erect! with native honour clad

Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceiv'd In naked majesty, seem'd lords of all :

The Mother of Mankind :-Her hand in evil And worthy seem'd; for in their looks di

hour vine

Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck’d, she The image of their glorious Maker shone,

ate : Truth, wisdom, sanctitude, severe and pure; Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her Severe, but in true filial freedom plac'd, I

seat Whence true authority in men: though both Sighing thro' all her works, gave signs of wo, Not equal, as their sex not equal seem'd :

That all was lost. For contemplation he, and valour formid: For softness she, and sweet attractive grace; | She gave to Adam that enticing fruit He, for Gud only; she for God in him.

With liberal hand : He scrupled not to eat s fair large front, and eye sublime de Against his better knowledge, not deceiv'd. clar'd

Earth trembled from her entrails, as again Absolute rule; and hyacintbine locks

In pangs, and Nature gave a second groan, Round from his parted furelock manly hung Sky low'rd, and muttering thunder, some Clust'ring, but not beneath his shoulders

drops broad;

Wept at completing of the mortal sin
She as a veil, down to the slender waist Original.
Her unadorned golden tresses wore
Disheveld; but in graceful ringlets wav'd,
As the vine curls her tendrils, which imply'd
Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway; CHARACTER OF ADAM.
And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd.


| With him his noblest sons might not com


In godlike features and majestic air;

Not out of weakness rose his gradual frame,

Perfect from his Creator's hand he came ; SHE was adorn'd With what all Earth or Heaven could bestow

And as in form excelling, so in mind

The sire of men transcended all mankind. To make her amiable : on she came,

A soul was in his eye, and in his speech Led by her Heav'nly Maker, though unseen, And guided by bis voice. . .

A dialect of heaven, no art could reach; .

For oft of old, to him the ev’ning breeze

Had borne the voice of God among the trees, Grace was in all her steps, Heav'n in her

Angels were wont their songs with his to eye,

blend, In every gesture dignity and love.

And talk with him as their familiar friend.
But deep remorse for that mysterious crime

Whose dire contagion, through elapsing time THE FIRST TRANSGRESSION. Diffus'd the curse of death beyond control,

Had wrought such self-abasement in his soul, MILTON.

That he, whose honours were approach'l by SAY what cause

none, Moved our first Parents in their happy Was yet the meekest man beneath the sun. state,

From sin, as from the serpent that betray'd Favour'd of Heav'n so highly to fall off Eve's early innocence, he shrunk afraid ;

Vice le rebuk'd with so austere a frown, May'st thou know the gracious Donor; He seem'd to bring an instant judgment | Early know, and love, and praise ! down;

Then shall real wealth and honour, Yet while he chid, compunction's tears Peace and pleasure crown thy days.

would start, And yearning tenderness dissolve his heart; The guilt of all his race became bis own, He suffer'd as if He had sinn'd alone. Within the glen to filial love endear'd, Abroad for wisdom, truth, and justice feard, CAIN AND ADAH ON THE SIGHT He walk'd so humbly in the sight of all,

OF THEIR SLEEPING INFANT. The vilest ne'er reproach'd him with his fall. Children were his delight ;-they ran to

BYRON. meet His soothing hand, and clasp'd his honour'd

ADAH. feet;

Our little Enoch sleeps upon yon bed While 'midst their fearless sports supremely

Of leaves, beneath the cypress, blest,

. . . . Its branches He grew in heart a child among the rest :

Shut out the sun like night, and therefore Yet as a parent, nought beneath the sky

seem Touch'd him so quickly as an infant's eye; |

Fitting to sbadow slumber.
Joy from its smile of happiness he caught,-
Its flash of rage sent horror through his

CAIN. thought,

How lovely he appears! his little cheeks, His smitten conscience felt as fierce a pain

In their pure incarnation, vying with As if he fell from innocence again.

The rose leaves strewn beneath them.



And his lips, too,
How beautifully parted! No, you shall not
Kiss him, at least not now: he will awake

His hour of mid-day rest is nearly over,
But it were pity to disturb him till
Tis closed.


CAN I bid thee, little stranger,
Welcome to a world of care?
Where attends thee many a danger,
Where awaits thee many a snare?

Hence away, ye dark surmises,
Hope presents a fairer seene;
Many a blooming pleasure rises,
Many a sunbeam shines serene.

Oh, may Providence defend thee!
Circled in his guardian arms,
Dangers shall in vain attend thee,
Safe amid surrounding barms.

You have said well; I will contain
My heart till then. He smiles, and sleeps !

-Sleep on
And smile, thou little, young inberitor
Of a world scarce less young: sleep on, and

Thine are the hours and days when both

are cheering,
And innocent. • • • Sleep on!
His cheeks are reddening into deeper smiles,
And shining lids are trembling o'er his long
Lashes, dark as the cypress which waves

o'er them;
Half open, from beneath them the clear blue
| Laughs out, although in slumber.

Shall I wish the world caressing?
Wish thee pleasure, grandeur, wealth ?
No-but many a nobler blessing-
Wisdom, virtue, friendship, health.

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