Loved haunts like these; the unimprisoned Mind May yet have scope to range among her own, Her thoughts, her images, her high desires. If the dear faculty of sight should fail, Still, it may be allowed me to remember What visionary powers of eye and soul In youth were mine; when, stationed on the top Of some huge hill, expectant, I beheld
The sun rise up, from distant climes returned Darkness to chase, and sleep; and bring the day, His bounteous gift! or saw him toward the deep Sink, with a retinue of flaming clouds
Attended; then, my spirit was entranced
With joy exalted to beatitude;
The measure of my soul was filled with bliss, And holiest love; as earth, sea, air, with light, With pomp, with glory, with magnificence!
"Those fervent raptures are for ever flown; And, since their date, my soul hath undergone Change manifold, for better or for worse Yet cease I not to struggle, and aspire Heavenward; and chide the part of me that flags, Through sinful choice; or dread necessity
On human nature from above imposed. 'T is, by comparison, an easy task
Earth to despise; but to converse with heaven,
We have, or hope, of happiness and joy,
And stand in freedom loosened from this world.
I deem not arduous; but must needs confess That 't is a thing impossible to frame Conceptions equal to the soul's desires; And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain. Man is of dust: ethereal hopes are his, Which, when they should sustain themselves aloft, Want due consistence; like a pillar of smoke, That with majestic energy from earth Rises; but, having reached the thinner air, Melts, and dissolves, and is no longer seen. From this infirmity of mortal kind Sorrow proceeds, which else were not; at least, If grief be something hallowed and ordained, If, in proportion, it be just and meet,
Yet, through this weakness of the general heart, Is it enabled to maintain its hold
In that excess which conscience disapproves. For who could sink and settle to that point Of selfishness; so senseless who could be, As long and perseveringly to mourn For any object of his love, removed From this unstable world, if he could fix A satisfying view upon that state Of pure, imperishable blessedness, Which reason promises, and holy writ Insures to all believers? Yet mistrust Is of such incapacity, methinks,
No natural branch; despondency far less And least of all is absolute despair.
-And if there be whose tender frames have drooped Even to the dust; apparently through weight Of anguish unrelieved, and lack of power An agonizing sorrow to transmute;
Deem not that proof is here of hope withheld When wanted most; a confidence impaired So pitiably, that, having ceased to see With bodily eyes, they are borne down by love Of what is lost, and perish through regret. O no! the innocent Sufferer often sees Too clearly; feels too vividly; and longs To realize the vision, with intense And over-constant yearning; there, there lies The excess, by which the balance is destroyed. Too, too contracted are these walls of flesh, This vital warmth too cold, these visual orbs, Though inconceivably endowed, too dim For any passion of the soul that leads To ecstasy; and, all the crooked paths Of time and change disdaining, takes its course Along the line of limitless desires.
I, speaking now from such disorder free, Nor rapt, nor craving, but in settled peace, I cannot doubt that they whom you deplore Are glorified; or, if they sleep, shall wake From sleep, and dwell with God in endless love. Hope, below this, consists not with belief
In mercy, carried infinite degrees Beyond the tenderness of human hearts: ́
Hope, below this, consists not with belief
In perfect wisdom, guiding mightiest power, That finds no limits but her own pure will.
"Here then we rest; not fearing for our creed The worst that human reasoning can achieve, To unsettle or perplex it: yet with pain Acknowledging, and grievous self-reproach, That, though immovably convinced, we want Zeal, and the virtue to exist by faith
As soldiers live by courage; as, by strength Of heart, the sailor fights with roaring seas. Alas! the endowment of immortal power Is matched unequally with custom, time, And domineering faculties of sense In all; in most with superadded foes, Idle temptations, open vanities,
Ephemeral offspring of the unblushing world;
And, in the private regions of the mind, Ill-governed passions, ranklings of despite, Immoderate wishes, pining discontent,
Distress and care. What then remains? - To seek Those helps for his occasions ever near
Who lacks not will to use them; vows, renewed On the first motion of a holy thought;
Vigils of contemplation; praise; and prayer, A stream, which, from the fountain of the heart Issuing, however feebly, nowhere flows Without access of unexpected strength. But, above all, the victory is most sure
For him, who, seeking faith by virtue, strives
To yield entire submission to the law
Of conscience, conscience reverenced and obeyed, As God's most intimate presence in the soul, And his most perfect image in the world.
Endeavor thus to live; these rules regard; These helps solicit; and a steadfast seat Shall then be yours among the happy few Who dwell on earth, yet breathe empyreal air, Sons of the morning. For your nobler part, Ere disencumbered of her mortal chains, Doubt shall be quelled and trouble chased away; With only such degree of sadness left As may support longings of pure desire; And strengthen love, rejoicing secretly In the sublime attractions of the grave."
While, in this strain, the venerable Sage Poured forth his aspirations, and announced His judgments, near that lonely house we paced A plot of greensward, seemingly preserved By Nature's care from wreck of scattered stones, And from encroachment of encircling heath: Small space! but, for reiterated steps, Smooth and commodious: as a stately deck Which to and fro the mariner is used
To tread for pastime, talking with his mates, Or haply thinking of far-distant friends, While the ship glides before a steady breeze. Stillness prevailed around us: and the voice That spake was capable to lift the soul
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