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Children of Wretchedness! More groans must rise, / With conscious zeal had urged Love's wondrous plan.
The high Groves of the renovated Earth
Adoring Newton his serener eye The innumerable multitude of wrongs
Raises to heaven: and he of mortal kind By man on man inflicted! Rest awhile,
Wisest, he* first who mark d the ideal tribes Children of Wretchedness! The hour is nigh ; Up the fine fibres through the sentient brain. And lo! the Great, the Rich, the Mighty Men, Lo! Priestley there, Patriot, and Saint, and Sage, The Kings and the Chief Captains of the World, Him, full of years, from his loved native land With all that fix'd on high like stars of Heaven Statesmen blood-staind and Priests idolatrous Shot baleful influence, shall be cast to earth, By dark lies maddening the blind multitude Vile and dowi:-trodden, as the untimely fruit Drove with vain hate. Calm, pitying, he retired, Shook fro.n the fig-tree by a sudden storm. And mused expectant on these promised years. Even now the storin begins :* each gentle name, Faith and meek Piety, with fearful joy
O years! the blest pre-eminence of Saints ! Tremble far-off-for lo! the Giant Frenzy,
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 Thronet 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, Nursing the impatient earthquake.
Whence Fancy falls, fluttering her idle wing.
When seized in his mid course, the Sun shall wane
Making noon ghastly! Who of woman born
May image in the workings of his thought,
How the black-visaged, red-eyed Fiend outstretch'd 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, Hata 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! Ilow 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, Hunted by ghastlier shapings than surround
And lo! the Throne of the redeeming God
Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell
Contemplant Spirits ! ye that hovor o'er Raised from the common earth by common toil,
With untired gaze the immeasurabis fount Enjoy the equal produce. Such hts
Ebullient with creative Deity! As float to earth, permitted 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 hcarl-stirring song, The favor'd good man in his lonely walk
And aye on Meditation's heavenward wing Perceives them, and his silent spirit drinks
Soaring aloft I breathe the empyreal air Strange bliss which he shall recognize in heaven. Of Love, omnific, omnipresent Love, And such delights, such strange beatitude
Whose day-spring rises glorious in my
soul Seize on my young anticipating heart
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.
1 The final Destruction impersonated.
And what if some rebellious, o'er dark realms
Arrogate power? yet these train up to God,
Flash meteor-lights better than total gloom
As ere from Lieule-Oajve's vapory head
The Laplander beholds the far-off Sun
Brooks no alternate sway, the Boreal Morn
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 For what is Freedem, but the unsetter'd use
Dance sportively. For Fancy is the Power Of all the powers which God for use had given?
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
Nor yet without permitted power impress'd,
I deem'd those legends terrible, with which
The polar ancient thrills his uncouth 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 subile fluids, impacts, essences,
(Where live the innocent, as far from cares Self-working tools, uncaus’d effects, and all
As from the storms and overwhelming waves Those blind Omniscients, those Almighty Slaves, Dark tumbling on the surface of the deep), l'ntenanting creation of its God.
Over the abysm, even to that utterinost cave
By misshaped prodigies beleaguer'd, such But properties are God: the naked mass
As Earth no'er bred, nor Air, nor the upper Sea. (If mass there be, fantastic Guess or Ghost)
There dwells the Fury Form, whose unheard Aeig only by its inactivity.
name Here we pause humbly. Others boldlier think
With eager eye, pale cheek, suspended breath, That as one bo«ly seems the aggregate Of Atoms numberless, each organized; So, by a strange and dim similitude,
• Balda Zhiok; i. e. mods altitudinis, the highest mountain
in Lapland. Infinite myriads of self-conscious minds
† Solfar Kapper; càpitium Solfar, hic locus omnium quotAre one all-conscious Spirit, which informs
quot veterum Lapponum superstitio sacrificiis religiosoque culWith absolute ubiquity of thought
tui dedicavit, celebratissimus erat, in parte sinus australis situs His one eternal se!f-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 muscu circumdatus erat,
constabat.--Leemius De Lappomibus. Each to pursue its own self-centering end.
1 The Lapland Women carry their infants at their back in e Sorae nurse the infant diamond in the mine; piece of excavated wood, which serves thein 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 inontes, perAnd rushing on the storm with whirlwind speed,
que horrida et invia lengua, eo presertim tempore quo omnia Yoke the red lightning to their volleying car. perpetuis nivibus obierta sunt et nives 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 intuntem si quem habent, ipsa mater With complex interests weaving human fates,
in dorso bajular, in excavato ligno (Gieed'k ipri vocant) quod Dateous or proud, alike obedient all,
pro eunis utuntur : in hoc infans pannis et pellibus convolutua
colligatus jacet.-Leemius De Lapponibus Evolve the process of eternal good.
And lips half-opening with the dread of sound, Was moulded to such features as declared
And like a haughty 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 food ful 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.
'Twas 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;
When now, as she was wont, the healthful Maid Than by disposal of apt circumstance To rear up Kingdoms: and the deeds they prompt,
Had left her pallet ere one beam of day Distinguishing from mortal agency,
Slanted the fog-smoke. She went forth alone, They choose their human ministers from such states
Urged by the indwelling angel-guide, that oft, As still the Epic song half fears to name,
With dim inexplicable sympathics Repellid from all the Minstrelsies that strike
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 vale-ward: when, behold
Seen in Neufchatel's vale; now slopes adown With Wisdom, Mother of retired Thoughts,
In the first entrance of the level road
An unattended Team! The forernost horse
Lay with stretch'd limhs; 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 That pure from Tyranny's least deed, herself
The dark-red down now glimmerd; but its gleams Unfear'd by Fellow-natures, she might wait
Disclosed no face of man. The Maiden paused, On the poor Laboring man with kindly looks,
Then hail'd who might be near No voice replied
A sound so feeble that it almost seem'd
A miserable man crept forth : his limbs
Faint on the shafts he rested. She, meantine, 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 pitejus sight; and one, a babe, To hear kim 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 shudderd: but, each vainer pang subdued,
Quick disentangling from the foremost horse * They call the Good Spirit Tornearwurk. 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 bouse, where she can detain in captivity all
arrived, the animals of the ocean by her magic power. When a dearih Tefalls the Greenlanders, an Angekok or magician mist under- Anxiously tends him she with healing herbs, take a journey thither. He passes through the kingdom of And weeps and prays—but the numb power of Death kuls, over an horrible abyus into the Palace of this phantom, Spreads o'er his limbs; and ere the noontide hour, und by his enchantments causes the captive creatures to ascend The hovering spirits of his Wife and Babes . directly to the surface of the ocean She Crantz' Hist. of Greenland, vol. i. 206.
Hail him immortal! Ye: amid his pange,
With interruptions long from ghastly throes, Sent forth, when she the Protoplast beheld
Moaning she fled, and entered the Profound
That leads with downward windings to the Cave By sudden inroad had been seized and fired Of darkness palpable, Desert of Death Late on the yester-evening. With his wife
Sunk deep beneath Geherma's massy roots. And little ones he hurried his escape.
There many a dateless age the Beldame Turk'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, Oprar and shrieks! and terror-struck drove on Shaped like a black cloud mark'd with streaks of Through unfrequented roads, a weary way!
fire. Bat saw nor house nor cottage. All had quench'd It roused the Hell-Hag: she the dew damp wiped Their erening 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 clused 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 Gain'd a sad respite, till beside the base
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 crepi beneath the coverture, entranced, A dark behest they heard, and rush'd on earth; Bill 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, Stung with too keen a sympathy, the Maid
From his obscure haunt Brooled with moving lips, mute, startful, dark !
Shriek’d Fear, of Cruelty the ghastly Dam,
Feverish yet freezing, eager-paced yet slow,
As she that creeps from forth her swampy reeds, Naked, and void, and fixd, 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 Unconscions 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! O 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 instanily 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 uttered forth unearthly tones,
Louder, as when with harp and mingled voice Calming her soul,—“ O Thou of the Most High The white-robed* multitude of slaughter'd saints Chosen, whom all the perfected in Heaven At Heaven's wide-opend portals gratulant Bebold expectant
Receive some martyrd 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. Poen 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 Pierce 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, 1
saw under the altar the souls of them that were plain for the With slimy shapes and miscreated life
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.
The Plow-man, following sad his meagre team, (Victims at once and Executioners),
Ocean behind him billows, and before
And hence, for times and seasons bloody and dark, Pale Convalescent! (yet some time to rule
Short Peace shall skin the wounds of causeless War With potver exclusive o'er the willing world, And War, his strained sinews knit anew, That bless'd prophetic mandate then fulfill'd, Still violate the unfinish'd works of Peace. Peace be on Earth!) A happy while, but brief, But yonder look! for more demands thy view!" She seem'd to wander with assiduous feet, He said : and straightway from the opposite Isle And heal'd the recent harm of chill and blight, A Vapor sailed, as when a cloud, exhaled And nursed each plant that fair and virtuous grew. From Egypt's fields that steam hot pestilence,
Travels the sky for many a trackless league, But soon a deep precursive sound moan'd hollow: It broods incumbent. Forthwith from the Plain,
Till o'er some Death-dovm'd land, distant in vain, Black rose the clouds, and now (as in a dream) Their reddening shapes, transformed to Warrior. Facing the Isle, a brighier cloud arose,
And steer'd its course which way the Vapor went hosts, Coursed o'er the Sky, and battled in mid-air. The Maiden paused, musing what this might mean. Nor did not the large blood-drops fall from Heaven But long time pass'd not, ere that brighter cloud Portentous ! while aloft were seen to float, Return'd more bright; along the plain it swept : Like hideous features booming on the mist, And soon from forth its bursting sides emerged Wan Stains of ominous Light! Resign'd, yet sad, A dazzling form, broad-bosom'd, bold of eye, The fair Form bowed her olive-crowned Brow, And wild her hair, save where with laurels bound. Then o'er the plain with oft-reverted eye
Not more majestic stood the healing God, Fled till a Place of Torbs she reachd, and there When from his bow the arrow sped that slew Within a ruined Sepulchre obscure
Huge Python. Shriek'd Ambition's giant throng, Found Hiding-place.
And with them hiss'd the Locust-fiends that crawlid
And glitter'd in Corruption's slimy track.
Great was their wrath, for short they knew their Gazed through her tears, then in sad tones exclaim'd,
reign; “ Thou mild-eyed Form! wherefore, ah! wherefore And such commotion made they, and uproar, fled?
As when the mad Tornado bellows through The power of Justice, like a name all Light,
The guilty islands of the western main, Shone from thy brow; but all they, who unblamed What time departing from their native shores, Dwelt in thy dwellings, call thee Happiness.
Eboe, or Koromantyn's* plain of Palms,
• The slaves in the West-Jodien consider death as a passport Why sow they guilt, still reaping Misery?
to their native country. This sentiment is thus expressed in Lenient of care, thy songs, O Peace! are sweet, the introduction to a Greek Prize-Ode on the Slave-Trade, of As after showers the perfumed gale of eve,
which the ideas are better than the language in which they That flings the cool drops on a feverous cheek:
are conveyed. And gay the grassy altar piled with fruits.
Ω σκοτου πυλας, θανατε, προλειπων But boasts the shrine of Dæmon War one charm,
Ες γενος σπευδοις υποζευχθεν Ατα: . Save that with many an orgie strange and foul, Ου ξενισθη στη γενυων σπαραγμοι; Dancing around with interwoven arms,
Ουδ' ολολυγμώ, ,
Αλλα και κυκλοισι χοροι τυποισι
Κ'ασματων χαρα φοβερος μεν εσσι
Αλλ' ομως Ελευθερια συνοικείς, ,
Στυγνε Τυραννε! !
Δασκιους επει πτερυγεσσι σησι To her the tutelary Spirit replied :
Α! θαλασσιον καθορωντες οιόμα " When Luxury and Lust's exhausted stores
Αιθεροι υπο ποσσ’ ανεισι
Πατριδ επ' αιαν.
Ενθα μας Ερασαι Ερωμενησιν
Αμφι πηγησιν κιτρινων υπ' αλσων, , And Dancers writhe their harloi-limbs in vain;
Οσσ'υπο βρoτοις επαθον βροτσι, τα
Δεινα λεγοναι. .
Leaving the Gates of Darkness, O Death! hasten thou to a Therefore uninjured and unprofited
Race yoked with Misery! Thou wilt not be received with