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 | The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes |  |
Still more,—this theme is man's, and man's alone;
Their vast appointments reach it not: they see
On earth a bounty not indulged on high,
And downward look for Heaven's superior praise!
First-born of ether, high in fields of light,
View man, to see the glory of your God!
Could angels envy, they had envied here;
And some did envy: and the rest, though gods,
Yet still gods unredeem'd, (there triumphs man,
Tempted to weigh the dust against the skies,)
They less would feel, though more adorn, my theme.
They sung Creation (for in that they shared);
How rose in melody that child of love!
Creation's great superior, man! is thine;
Thine is Redemption. They just gave the key;
'Tis thine to raise and eternize the song,
Though human, yet Divine; for should not this
Raise man o'er man, and kindle seraphs here?
Redemption! 'twas creation more sublime;
Redemption! 'twas the labour of the skies;
Far more than labour,—it was Death in heaven.
A truth so strange, 'twere bold to think it true,
If not far bolder still to disbelieve.
Their vast appointments reach it not: they see
On earth a bounty not indulged on high,
And downward look for Heaven's superior praise!
First-born of ether, high in fields of light,
View man, to see the glory of your God!
Could angels envy, they had envied here;
And some did envy: and the rest, though gods,
Yet still gods unredeem'd, (there triumphs man,
Tempted to weigh the dust against the skies,)
They less would feel, though more adorn, my theme.
They sung Creation (for in that they shared);
How rose in melody that child of love!
Creation's great superior, man! is thine;
Thine is Redemption. They just gave the key;
'Tis thine to raise and eternize the song,
Though human, yet Divine; for should not this
Raise man o'er man, and kindle seraphs here?
Redemption! 'twas creation more sublime;
Redemption! 'twas the labour of the skies;
Far more than labour,—it was Death in heaven.
A truth so strange, 'twere bold to think it true,
If not far bolder still to disbelieve.
| The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes | |