The Adamus exul of Grotius; or The Prototype of Paradise Lost — page 33: what you’re looking at

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16 ADAMUS EXUL. ACT II. Adam. The day arises, and the trooping shades Of night are scattered. Lo, the orient sun, With golden frontlet, glitters o’er the hills, And all the stars hide their diminished heads. O how immense is He, who steadfast, fixed With his unseen and thunder-grasping hand, Rolls the celestial axle, and its poles, Whereon the multitudinous universe | Of gorgeous constellations still revolves, ‘ Most musically eloquent! They praise The law of Him the omnipotent, and weave Eternal harmonies of mind and thought, Nature, and time, and season. Like a hymn Of visible worship, doth their choral pomp Spell-bind the soul. It is the heart’s own voice, Heard by the heart alone, while in the ear Silence is tranced with mystery. Still, methinks, The immeasurable armament of stars, This host of heaven, with wordless melodies sweet, Solicit man’s devotion, and awake Ambition more divine—the emulous thirst Of fame, like theirs the immortals, which indeed Might have been ours, or yet perchance may be. ( Angel. O happy those, in whom the image of God Ingrafted in the heart, daily expands Its boundless aspirations ; on whom faith And holiest veneration, and no less The metaphysical intellect and discourse | Of reason have been lavished! Dost thou see, | Father of men, how vastly thou excellest All thy terrestrial subjects? Thou hast mind, The imperishable luxury of gods, Thou immortality of hope. Behold Thy gifts of conscience, reason, active power Of self-producing, self-combining all Innate ideas of intellectual truth, Intelligible abstract principles, Illimitably applicable. These, With minds in matter more involved, show forth Much less of moral instinct ; oft the sport Of passive and particular phantasies, Which to combine they know not, nor apply To more than small experience doth enforce, Or smaller wants solicit. So much they Beneath thy scope have lapsed, and been ordained Thy servants, their free service usefully To employ, tho’ of abuse responsible. COMIC SOO KS.EO @