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    Though these would bar the door , and to the few Whom they , not God , have chosen , say , " For you , For you alone , ye saints ! his name is love , And ye shall live , while those shall hopeless die . " And why , ye most presumptuous , tell us why ? ( Since ye mete out the mandates from above )*

    Because their eye is not your feverish eye ? Because they cannot in the Bible read , ( That book which beams with beauty like the sun , Gilding , not scathing , all it shines upon , ) Your cold , fierce , narrow , damnatory creed ? A yellow leaf ye pluck from truth ' s fair tree , ( That letter dead of which that truth hath spoken , ) But know ! the living spirit is the token ;

    Spirit of peace , of joy , of charity , Revelling in all the bliss of love ' s pure breath , And calling light from darkness , life from death : That living spirit which is distant far From your vain dreams as love is far from hate , Or hell's abysses from heaven ' s central star , Or Deity from demon . I will speak In God ' s sweet music to the desolate

    Whom ye have cursed , and bid them stand erect In strength and sober joy and self-respect , And those intolerable fetters break Which ye have bound round their imprisoned souls ; Fetters which you , in all the pride of error , Have forged of self-idolatry and terror . Yes ! I will tell them of a light which rolls Forth from the Gospel , brighter than the day .

    I'll tell them , that the high and holy way Which leads to heaven is not o ' erflow'd by tears ; That he who , from the happy things which earth Bears on her mother breast , extracts delight , Is a far worthier servant in His sight , Than he who , building out of dreams and fears Terrible visions , makes his heart a waste , And judging all without from that within , Sees one vast desolation—darkness-rt-dearth *—

    Elaborates his misty webs of sin Over the loveliest creatures—fairest things Which God himself hath made ; and blinded flings Insults upon creation . In his taste Sweetness itself ip bitter , virtue nought

    But the delusion of a selfish thpught , And vice less dreadful than an erring creed . Madness has filled the world ; but this indeed Is the worst uawjne $ s ^ laying hace the root , Blasting the tree , cowupting all the fruit Of godliness , in its oww nftme . ; i / : i \ . ¦ < ' . . •; . ' . 11 i i ' ¦ ¦ ' ¦ ' ' J » * f ¦ '¦ I - .. ! ! 1 I ! ' i ¦ , , f , ' I ¦ , f « . . 1

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    Improvisation . 811

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1828, page 811, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2567/page/11/