Humanity, or the rights of nature, a poem in two books. By the author of sympathy [i.e. S. J. Pratt] |
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Lo, the chain lengthens as the Links are plac'd,
Amid'st the flow'ry dale or barren waste,
Some with the whit'ning Billows froth around,
Some bathe in streams that never pass their bound,
Some redd'ning flame on Ætna's burning brow,
And some are cover'd with Siberian snow,
Some with th'brooding Mine in darkness hide,
And some in dazzling floods of light reside,
Some reach the clouded Regions of the North,
Where tawny Zembla pours her Children forth,
Some where keen Lapland bids the freezing train
Chase the fleet rein-deer o'er the icy plain;
Some stretch to milder climes remote from storms,
Where nature rises in her gentler forms,
Still, still thro' ev'ry clime may we behold
The chain but brightens as the links unfold,
Where'er dispers'd they spread to ev'ry soul,
And God, tis God alone that links the whole.
These shall the Muse with ardent wing explore,
Nor give, at fear's vain threat, th'enquiry o'er.
Amid'st the flow'ry dale or barren waste,
Some with the whit'ning Billows froth around,
Some bathe in streams that never pass their bound,
Some redd'ning flame on Ætna's burning brow,
And some are cover'd with Siberian snow,
Some with th'brooding Mine in darkness hide,
And some in dazzling floods of light reside,
Some reach the clouded Regions of the North,
Where tawny Zembla pours her Children forth,
Some where keen Lapland bids the freezing train
Chase the fleet rein-deer o'er the icy plain;
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Where nature rises in her gentler forms,
Still, still thro' ev'ry clime may we behold
The chain but brightens as the links unfold,
Where'er dispers'd they spread to ev'ry soul,
And God, tis God alone that links the whole.
These shall the Muse with ardent wing explore,
Nor give, at fear's vain threat, th'enquiry o'er.
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