THE UNIVERSE
by: Henry Baker (1698-1774)
- hy Works, Eternal Power by whom she sings!
- The Muse attempts, and tunes the sounding Strings:
- To Heav'n and Thee her Adoration raise,
- And form the Song devoted to thy Praise!
- Around thy Throne, the Creatures of thy Hand
- Spirits immortal, rang'd in Order stand,
- Attend thy Nod, fulfil thine high Command:--
- And what is Man, who dares dispute thy Sway?
- A crawling Worm! an Insect of a Day!
- Vain Wretch! toward Heav'n direct thy wond'ring Eyes:
- Behold the Sun, array'd with Glory, rise.
- Night and her gloomy Train before him fly:
- His Race begins: He blazes through the Sky.
- Oceans of Light he pours upon the Plains,
- And forth to Labour calls the jovial Swains.
- All Nature smiles, rejoycing in his Beams:
- The Fish skim, sportive, o'er the gilded Streams:
- The feather'd Kinds their Morning Anthem sing,
- And soar aloft, exulting on the Wing:
- Their tow'ring Tops the waving Forests shew,
- The Meadows glitter, spangl'd o'er with Dew:
- The op'ning Flowers their various Dyes display,
- Perfume the Skies, and welcome in the Day.
- Again; observe him in his Noon--tide Hour:
- Learn thy own Weakness, and his mighty Pow'r.
- When all the Cattle panting leave the Plain,
- And seek the shades, canst thou his Heat sustain?
- Does he not make thy very Marrow fry?
- Canst Thou behold him with a stedfast Eye?
- Why dost thou turn and hide Thee from his Sight?
- Is he, indeed, unsufferably bright?
- Think then, how glorious must that Pow'r be
- Whose Hand has form'd ten thousand such as he!
- See, to the West, he downward bends his Way,
- Looks kindly back, and gives a milder Ray:
- The Clouds around him, beauteous to behold,
- Blush with Carnation Streaks, and flame with Gold.
- Home from the Fields the hungry Swains repair:
- The whist'ling Shepherd folds his bleating Care:
- The Birds, in Couples, seek the gloomy Groves,
- And droop their Heads, forgetful of their Loves:
- The Bat in wanton Circles flutters round:
- The sparkling Glow--worm glitters on the Ground:
- Night draws her sable Curtains o'er the Plain,
- And Silence re--assumes her awful Reign,
- Sleep over all expands her silky Wings,
- Care finds Repose, recruited Vigour springs.
- Now Eastward turn: lo, thence serenely bright,
- The full--orb'd Moon diffuses Silver Light;
- In solemn State begins her silent Round:
- The lengthen'd Shadows tremble on the Ground:
- From the cool Skies the balmy Dew distills:
- The Meads rejoyce: the waving Harvest fills,
- Onward she leads along her sparkling Train,
- In order marshall'd, o'er the azure Plain:
- On Earth, benign, bestows her borrow'd Ray,
- Dispels the Gloom and emulates the Day.
- The Nightingale from every Thicket sings,
- And tow'rd some Grot the Owl directs her flagging Wings.
- Observe, obedient to their Maker's Pow'r,
- Both Sun and Moon know their appointed Hour:
- Where he commands their glorious Light dispence,
- And as he wills exert their Influence.
- Along the Skies the Sun obliquely rolls,
- Forsakes, by turns, and visits both the Poles.
- Diff'rent his Track, but constant his Career,
- Divides the Times, and measures out the Year.
- To Climes returns where freezing Winter reigns,
- Unbinds the Glebe, and fructifies the Plains.
- The crackling Ice dissolves: the Rivers flow:
- Vines crown the Mountain Tops, and Corn the Vales below.
- When he appoints, the horned Moon renews
- Her waining Light, and her whole Visage shews:
- Fulfils her Course in Circles yet unknown,
- And cheers Mankind with Lustre not her own.--
- Pale Terror flies before her friendly Ray,
- The Traveller, benighted, finds his Way:
- Her destin'd Rule o'er Ocean she presides,
- And pours upon the Shores the lagging Tides.
- Come forth, O Man, yon azure Round survey,
- And view those Lamps which yield eternal Day.
- Bring forth thy Glasses: clear thy wond'ring Eyes:
- Millions beyond the former Millions rise:
- Look farther:--Millions more blaze from remoter Skies.
- And canst thou think, poor Worm! these Orbs of Light,
- In Size, immense, in Number, infinite,
- Were made for Thee alone to twinkle to thy Sight?
- Presumptuous Mortal! can thy Nerves descry
- How far from each they roll, from Thee how high?
- With all thy boasted Knowledge canst thou see
- Their various Beauty, Order, Harmony?
- If not, -- then sure they were not made for Thee.
- What is this Earth, of which thou art so proud?
- Lost and unknown, in the more glorious Crowd,
- A Point it scarce appears. -- E'er it begun
- The rest their Courses have, --
- And shall, when it's no more, for endless Ages run.
- Correct thy awkard Pride, be wise; and know
- Those glitt'ring Specks Thou scarce discern'st below,
- Are founts of Day, stupendious Orbs of Light,
- Thus, by their Distance, lessen'd to thy Sight.
- Now, if Thou canst the mighty Thought sustain,
- If it not akes thy Soul, and racks thy Brain,
- Conceive each Star Thou seest another Sun,
- In Bulk, and Form, and Substance like thine own.
- Here pause, and wonder! -- then reflect again.
- Almighty Wisdom nothing makes in vain:
- The smallest Fly, the meanest Weed we find,
- In its Creation had some Use assign'd,
- Essential to its Being, still the same,
- Co--eval, co--existent with its Frame.
- And can those everlasting Founts of Light,
- Bodies immensely vast! divinely bright!
- Serve for no End at all? --or, but to blaze
- Through empty Space, and useless spend their Rays?
- Consult with Reason. Reason will reply,
- Each lucid Point which glows in yonder Sky,
- Informs a System in the boundless Space,
- And fills, with Glory, its appointed Place:
- With Beams, unborrow'd, brightens other Skies,
- And Worlds, to Thee unknown, with Heat and Life supplies.
- Heed well this Orb, where Fate has fix'd thy Lot:
- Seest Thou one useless or one empty Spot?
- Observe, the Air, the Waters, and the Earth,
- Each Moment give ten thousand Creatures birth.
- Here, ev'ry Place, so far from lying waste,
- With Life is crouded, and with Beauty grac'd:
- Nor can those other Worlds, unknown by Thee,
- Less stor'd with Creatures, or with Beauty, be.
- For God is uniform in all his Ways,
- And every where his boundless Pow'r displays:
- His Goodness fills immensurable Space,
- Restrain'd by Time, nor limited to Place:
- His Wisdom form'd great Nature's mighty Frame,
- And rules by Laws eternally the same.
- Where's now thy Pride, which, lately dar'd to say,
- The Stars were only made to light thy Way,
- And all the Universe thy Pleasure to obey?
- What impious Madness urg'd Thee on to call
- Thy self the sole and sov'reign Lord of all?
- If such Thou art, let some plain Proof be shown,
- And make thine Empire o'er thy Vassals known.
- Bid the Sun shine: command the Winds to cease:
- Make the Rains fall: or chide the Seas to peace.
- What! are these deaf? --once more exert thy Sway:
- Try which of all thy Subjects will obey:
- Enjoin the Tyger to refrain from Blood,
- Or bid the Crocodile provide thy Food.
- These know their King, perhaps, and will comply.--
- Hail, mighty Lord!--what! does the Monarch fly?
- Unhappy Prince! whose impotent Command,
- The meanest of thy Vassals dares withstand,
- And wrest the Sceptre from thy feeble Hand.
- Being of Beings! Self--existing One!
- Eternal First! supreme! before thy Throne
- O bend my Soul with Adoration down!
- Whilst, all amaz'd, thy Wonders I survey,
- Grant me to learn thy Will, and what thou will'st obey!--
- Nor grievous is the Task: for still we find
- Man's Happiness is with his Duty join'd,
- And for Rebellion only Wretchedness assign'd.
- Nor are thy Laws perplext, (as some have taught,
- With Vanity possess'd, and void of Thought,)
- But plain and easy. Thou, all--wise and good,
- Could'st ne'er command what can't be understood:
- Like some mad Tyrant, of his Power proud,
- Who joys to punish, and delights in Blood.--
- Much diff'rent are the Maxims of thy Reign:
- Not one, of all thy Creatures, can complain:
- Almighty tho' Thou art, thy Pow'r is shown
- By infinite Beneficence alone,
- And Mercy sits, triumphant, on thy Throne.
- From ev'ry Coast there lies a Road to Heaven,
- And thou to All a faithful Guide hast giv'n,
- A safe Director to point out the Way,
- Whom, while they follow, none can ever stray.
- Hail, sacred Reason! glorious! and divine!
- Bulwark eternal of Religion's Shrine!
- Truth's firmest Friend! but Superstition's Foe!
- To whom our whole of Happiness we owe!
- What thou command'st, O! let me still obey:
- And joyous follow, where thou lead'st the Way!
- Sprung from the Earth, a Creature proud and vain,
- Man struts his Time, then sinks to Earth again.
- Though all around ten thousand Wonders rise,
- Or Pleasure casts a Mist before his Eyes,
- Or Cares of Wealth his groveling Soul employ,
- Or wild Ambition is his darling Joy,
- While God's amazing Works unheeded pass,
- Like Images that fleet before a Glass.
- Unwise! and thoughtless! impotent! and blind!
- Can Wealth, or Grandeur, satisfy the Mind?
- Of all those Pleasures Mortals most admire,
- Is there one Joy sincere, that will not tire?
- Can Love it self endure? or Beauty's Charms
- Afford that Bliss we fancy in its Arms?--
- Then, let thy Soul, more glorious Aims pursue:
- Have thy Creator and his Works in view:
- Be these thy Study: hence thy Pleasures bring:
- And drink large Draughts of Wisdom from it's Spring:
- That Spring, whence perfect Joy, and calm Repose,
- And blest Content, and Peace eternal flows.
- Observe how regular the Planets run,
- In stated Times, their Courses round the Sun.
- Diff'rent their Bulk, their Distance, their Career,
- And diff'rent much the Compass of their Year:
- Yet, All, the same eternal Laws obey,
- While God's unerring Finger points their Way.
- First Mercury, amidst full tides of Light,
- Rolls next the Sun, through his small Circle bright.
- All that dwell here, must be refin'd and pure:
- Bodies like ours such Ardour can't endure:
- Our Earth would blaze beneath so fierce a Ray,
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