The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop ... To Which are Prefixed, Memoirs of the Life of the Author By the Rev. Thomas Clare |
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 | The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop |  |
146
LIGHT.
“Let there be Light,” one only Voice could say,
When Nature first beheld emerging day:
But what Light is must all unknown remain,
'Till the same Voice, with equal power, again
Bid intellectual light more strongly rise,
And God's whole glory beam on human eyes.
When Nature first beheld emerging day:
But what Light is must all unknown remain,
'Till the same Voice, with equal power, again
Bid intellectual light more strongly rise,
And God's whole glory beam on human eyes.
'Tis well, mean while, (tho' Science doat in vain,)
To mark those facts, Heaven meant not to explain,
Thro' objects known to follow Reason's clue,
And where Experience leads, on Fancy's wing pursue.
To mark those facts, Heaven meant not to explain,
Thro' objects known to follow Reason's clue,
And where Experience leads, on Fancy's wing pursue.
When Light is nam'd, what thoughts, what eyes but stray,
To that first Orb, which makes and bounds the day?—
Light from his Beams is all, in all, that's seen:
—'Tis the bright burnish of the woodland green:—
—'Tis the rich tint, that warms the maiden rose
To vermil blushes:—'Tis the bloom that glows
O'er all Creation's face, with glad'ning rays;
When health, joy, beauty, greet the noon-tide blaze.
To that first Orb, which makes and bounds the day?—
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—'Tis the bright burnish of the woodland green:—
—'Tis the rich tint, that warms the maiden rose
To vermil blushes:—'Tis the bloom that glows
O'er all Creation's face, with glad'ning rays;
When health, joy, beauty, greet the noon-tide blaze.
Light in the mid-night hour, beneath the beam
Of Heaven's pale Regent, is the lucid gleam,
That glimmering tremulous kindles up the stream:
'Tis shade made visible, embrowning round
All space, and magnifying to confound;
Creating forms, for Fancy to extend,
Till the damp dews, from Fear's cold cheek descend.
Of Heaven's pale Regent, is the lucid gleam,
That glimmering tremulous kindles up the stream:
'Tis shade made visible, embrowning round
All space, and magnifying to confound;
Creating forms, for Fancy to extend,
Till the damp dews, from Fear's cold cheek descend.
Beneath the clouds, that black'ning as they go,
O'er Nature's face an ebon curtain throw
Prophetic of the tempest, Light at best
Is terror in transparent darkness drest,
Save when it's flashes bursting from the skies,
Inspire new dread, and shine but to surprise.
O'er Nature's face an ebon curtain throw
Prophetic of the tempest, Light at best
Is terror in transparent darkness drest,
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Inspire new dread, and shine but to surprise.
Varied a thousand times, embodied round
With solid forms, in chains material bound,
Light in th' electric substance cavern'd lies,
'Till friction give it birth;—then eager flies
From pores unnumber'd, urging still it's way
In floating atoms, till it mix with day.
With solid forms, in chains material bound,
Light in th' electric substance cavern'd lies,
'Till friction give it birth;—then eager flies
From pores unnumber'd, urging still it's way
In floating atoms, till it mix with day.
Broke on the prism, each tortur'd ray of Light
Is infinite vicissitude:—the sight
Scarce in the extreme lubricity of hues
The many-tinged Fugitive pursues,
Who each reverse of changeful colour tries,
And steals thro' gradual shades, from dies to dies.
Is infinite vicissitude:—the sight
Scarce in the extreme lubricity of hues
The many-tinged Fugitive pursues,
Who each reverse of changeful colour tries,
And steals thro' gradual shades, from dies to dies.
When treasur'd mines, the rock's deep hollows hide,
And spangled minerals flame from side to side,
Or dripping dews, condens'd to crystals, glow
Athwart the roof, and stud the floor below;—
There Light enthron'd in all its glory burns,
While gems emit, and catch the rays by turns;
And parts reflecting parts, conspire to raise,
One total gleam, one consubstantial blaze.
And spangled minerals flame from side to side,
Or dripping dews, condens'd to crystals, glow
Athwart the roof, and stud the floor below;—
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While gems emit, and catch the rays by turns;
And parts reflecting parts, conspire to raise,
One total gleam, one consubstantial blaze.
Dazzled, where Splendors so intense prevail,
What wonder, if a School-Boy's optics fail!
If lost in Light, he seek his head to shroud,
And flies to silence, as a shelt'ring cloud!
What wonder, if a School-Boy's optics fail!
If lost in Light, he seek his head to shroud,
And flies to silence, as a shelt'ring cloud!
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