"But when again, in sunny pride, "Thou walk'st through Eden, let me glide, "A prostrate shadow, by thy side "Oh happier thus than without thee!" The song had ceas'd, when, from the wood That haunt a poet's walk at even, Upon his dreams of love and heaven. By any but the eyes she sought, Had scarcely for an instant shone Through the dark leaves, when she was goneGone, like a meteor that o'erhead Suddenly shines, and, ere we've said, "Behold, how beautiful!"-'tis fled. Yet, ere she went, the words, "I come, I come, my NAMA," reach'd her ear, In that kind voice, familiar, dear, Which tells of confidence, of home, Of habit, that hath drawn hearts near, Till they grow one,-of faith sincere, The present, and the time to be, 1 Seth is a favourite personage among the Orientals, and acts a conspicuous part in many of their most extravagant romances. The Syrians pretended to have a Testament of this Patriarch in their possession, in which was explained the whole theology of angels, their different orders, &c. &c. The Curds, too (as Hyde mentions in his Appendix), have a book, which contains all the rites of their religion, and which they call Sohuph Sheit, or the Book of Seth. In the same manner that Seth and Cham are supposed to have preserved these memorials of antediluvian knowledge, Xixuthrus is said in Chaldæan fable to have deposited in Siparis, the city of the Sun, those monuments of science which he had saved out of the waters of a deluge. - See Jablonski's learned remarks upon these columns or tablets of Seth, which he supposes to be the same with the pillars of Mercury, or the Egyptian Thoth. - Pantheon. Egypt. lib. v. сар. 5. 2 The Mussulmans, says D'Herbelot, apply the general name, Mocarreboun, to all those Spirits "qui approchent le plus près le Trône." Of this number are Mikail and Gebrail. Nor long did he, whom call so kind Thus did it run-not as he told The tale himself, but as 'tis grav'd Upon the tablets that, of old, By SETH were from the deluge sav'd, All written over with sublime And sadd'ning legends of the' unblest, But glorious Spirits of that time, And this young Angel's 'mong the rest. THIRD ANGEL'S STORY. AMONG the Spirits, of pure flame, That in the' eternal heavens abideCircles of light, that from the same Unclouded centre sweeping wide, Till the far-circling radiance be First and immediate near the Throne The Seraphs stand 3—this burning sign Ev'n those to high-brow'd Cherubs given, 3 The Seraphim, or Spirits of Divine Love. There appears to be, among writers on the East, as we as among the Orientals themselves, considerable indecision; with regard to the respective claims of Seraphim and Cherubim. to the highest rank in the celestial hierarchy. The derivation which Hyde assigns to the word Cherub seems to ditermine the precedence in favour of that order of spirits. "Cherubim, i. e. Propinqui Angeli, qui se. Deo propriis quam alii accedunt: nam Charab est i. q. Karab, appropene quare." (P. 263.) Al Beidawi, too, one of the commentators of the Koran, on that passage, "the angels, who bear the throne, and those who stand about it," (chap. xl.: s "These are the Cherubim, the highest order of angels. On the other hand, we have seen, in a preceding note, that the Syrians place the sphere in which the Seraphs dwell at the very summit of all the celestial systems; and even, arg Mahometans, the word Azazil and Mocarreboun (which mean the spirits that stand nearest to the throne of Alla) are indiscriminately applied to both Seraphim and Cherubim. 'Mong these was ZARAPH once-and none E'er felt affection's holy fire, Or yearn'd towards the' Eternal One, Not, as with others, a mere part The very life-breath of his heart! A lustre came, too bright to bear, The power of looking, than not look! That moment, watch'd for by all eyes, First touch'd the threshold of the skies, Such love, as only could belong Could, ev'n from angels, bring such song! And voice of her he lov'd steal o'er There, where the rich cascade of day Had, o'er the' horizon's golden rim, Into Elysium roll'd away! Attendant Mercy, that beside Ready, with her white hand, to guide His bolts of vengeance to their preyThat she might quench them on the way! Of Peace-of that Atoning Love, Upon whose star, shining above This twilight world of hope and fear, The weeping eyes of Faith are fix'd So fond, that with her every tear The light of that love-star is mix'd!All this she sung, and such a soul Of piety was in that song, That the charm'd Angel, as it stole Tenderly to his ear, along Those lulling waters where he lay, Watching the daylight's dying ray, Thought 'twas a voice from out the wave, An echo, that some sea-nymph gave To Eden's distant harmony, Heard faint and sweet beneath the sea! Quickly, however, to its source, Lay down the far-brought gift, and dieAnd, while her lute hung by her, hush'd, As if unequal to the tide Of song, that from her lips still gush'd, Such eyes, as may have look'd from heaven, Oh Love, Religion, Music-all That's left of Eden upon earth "Les Egyptiens disent que la Musique est Sœur de la Religion."Voyages de Pythagore, tom. i. p. 422. That was not theirs by holy law- And o'er whose preciousness they wept. "What claim have I to be so blest?" To love as her own Seraph lov'd, ; Sees sunny Good half breaking through! This deep, relying Love, worth more In heaven than all a Cherub's loreThis Faith, more sure than aught beside, Was the sole joy, ambition, pride Of her fond heart-the' unreasoning scope Of all its views, above, belowSo true she felt it that to hope, To trust, is happier than to know. And thus in humbleness they trod, Abash'd, but pure before their God; Nor e'er did earth behold a sight So meekly beautiful as they, When, with the altar's holy light Full on their brows, they knelt to pray, Two fallen Splendors, from that tree, Their light and freshness in the fall. Cabbala. They are called by various names, Pity, Beauty, &c. &c.; and their influences are supposed to act through certain canals, which communicate with each other. 9 The reader may judge of the rationality of this Jewish system by the following explanation of part of the machinery. -"Les canaux qui sortent de la Miséricorde et de la Force, Their only punishment, (as wrong, However sweet, must bear its brand,) Their only doom was this-that, long As the green earth and ocean stand, Whose light remote, but sure, they see; That in his very sweetness lies:- His footsteps to their shining brink; That tempt him, on his desert way Through the bleak world, to bend and drink, Where nothing meets his lips, alas, But he again must sighing pass On to that far-off home of peace, In which alone his thirst will cease. All this they bear, but, not the less, As is that light from chill or stain, To be by them shed back again! That happy minglement of hearts, Where, chang'd as chymic compounds are, Each with its own existence parts, To find a new one, happier far! et qui vont aboutir à la Beauté, sont chargés d'un grand nombre d'Anges. Il y en a trente-cinq sur le canal de la Miséricorde, qui recompensent et qui couronnent la vertu des Saints," &c. &c. For a concise account of the Cabalistic Philosophy, see Enfield's very useful compendium of Brucker. Such are their joys-and, crowning all, Their spirits shall, with freshen'd power, Rise up rewarded for their trust In Him, from whom all goodness springs, And, shaking off earth's soiling dust From their emancipated wings, Wander for ever through those skies Of radiance, where Love never dies! In what lone region of the earth Meet a young pair, whose beauty wants To look like heaven's inhabitants- That shines unseen, and were it not Though close as 'twere their souls' embrace, Is not of earth, but from above Like two fair mirrors, face to face, Whose light, from one to the' other thrown, Is heaven's reflection, not their ownShould we e'er meet with aught so pure, So perfect here, we may be sure "Tis ZARAPH and his bride we see; And call young lovers round, to view The pilgrim pair, as they pursue Their pathway towards eternity. "On les représente quelquefois sous la figure d'un arbre l'Ensoph qu'on met au-dessus de l'arbre Sephirotique ou des Splendeurs divins, est l'Infini.”—L'Histoire des Juifs, liv. ix. 11. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. SCEPTICISM. ERE Psyche drank the cup, that shed One drop of Doubt into the bowl Which, mingling darkly with the stream, To Psyche's lips-she knew not whyMade even that blessed nectar seem As though its sweetness soon would die. A JOKE VERSIFIED. "COME, come," said Tom's father, "at your time of life, "There's no longer excuse for thus playing the rake "It is time you should think, boy, of taking a wife ”— "Why, so it is, father-whose wife shall I take?" ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND. PURE as the mantle, which, o'er him who stood So pure, so precious shall the memory be, Be, like ELISHA's cruise, a holy charm, TO JAMES CORRY, ESQ. ON HIS MAKING ME A PRESENT OF A WINE STRAINER. Brighton, June, 1825. THIS life, dear Corry, who can doubt?Resembles much friend Ewart's wine, When first the rosy drops come out, How beautiful, how clear they shine! And thus awhile they keep their tint, So free from even a shade with some, That they would smile, did you but hint, That darker drops would ever come. 1 A wine-merchant. |