Then on the fatal book his hand he lays, And thou, my Soul! (oh, fall to sudden pray'r, And let the thought sink deep!) shalt thou be there? How weak, how pale, how haggard, how obscene, Reader! if guilty, spare the Muse, and find A truer image pictur'd in thy mind. Shouldst thou behold thy brother, father, wife, And all the soft companions of thy life, Cast on the left of all whom thou hast known, 30 49 [give Contend for mercy with a pious rage, And in that moment to redeem an age? Mark, on the right, how amiable a grace! Yet still some thin remains of fear and doubt Th' infected brightness of their joy pollute. [high, 71 Thus the chaste bridegroom, when the priest draws Beholds his blessing with a trembling eye, Feels doubtful passions throb in ev'ry vein, And in his cheeks are mingled joy and pain. Lest still some intervening chance should rise, Leap forth at once, and snatch the golden prize, Inflame his woe, by bringing it so late, And stab him in the crisis of his fate. Since Adam's family, from first to last Now into one distinct survey is cast Look round, vainglorious Muse! and you whoe'er 80 90 That hour, on which the Almighty King on high, From all eternity, has fix'd his eye, Whether his right hand favour'd or annoy'd, 100 Aloft, the seats of bliss their pomp display, Brighter than brightness this distinguish'd day; Less glorious when of old th' eternal Son From realms of night return'd with 'trophies won; Thro' heav'n's high gates when he triumphant rode, And shouting angels hail'd the Victor God, Horrors beneath, darkness in darkness, hell I faint, my tardy blood forgets to flow, 110 120 That woe, those pangs, which from the guilty breast In these, or words like these, shall be exprest. "Who burst the barriers of my peaceful grave ? "Ah! cruel Death, that would no longer save, But grudg'd me ev'n that narrow dark abqde, "And cast me out into the wrath of God; "Where shrieks, the roaring flame, the rattling chain; And all the dreadful eloquence of Pain, 130 Our only song; black fire's malignant light, "The sole refreshment of the blasted sight. "Must all those pow'rs Heav'n gave me to supply My soul with pleasure, and bring in my joy, "Rise up in arms against me, join the foe, Sense, reason, memory, increase my woe; "And shall my voice, ordain'd on hymns to dwell, Corrupt to groans, and blow the fires of hell? "Oh! must I look with terror on my gain, "And with existence only measure pain ? "What! no reprieve, no least indulgence giv'n, 140 "No beam of hope, from any point of heav'n! "Ah Mercy! Mercy! art thou dead above? "Is love extinguish'd in the Source of love? "Bold that I am, did Heav'n stoop down to hell? "Th' expiring Lord of Life my ransom seal? "Have I not been industrious to provoke? "From his embraces obstinately broke? "Pursu'd and panted for his mortal hate "Earn'd my destruction, labour'd out my fate? "And dare I on extinguish'd love exclaim? 150 "Take, take full vengeance, rouse the slack'ning flame; "Just is my lot---but, oh! must it transcend "The reach of time, despair a distant end? "With dreadful growth shoot forward, and arise, "Where Thought cann't follow, and bold Fancy dies! "Never! where falls the soul at that dread sound? "Down an abyss how dark, and how profound! "6 Down, down, (I still am falling, horrid pain!) "Ten thousand thousand fathoms still remain; "My plunge but still begun---and this for sin? 16ɔ "Could I offend if I had never been, Volume ill. D |