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THE STRANGER'S GUIDE 
 
 TO 
 
 Hfif -YORK CITY ^CRYSTAL PALACE. 
 
 Tins volume is handsomely illustrated, stereotyped, and printed 
 upon fine paper, and containing 148 pages of reading matter. 
 
 It vill form a complete Guide to jS t ew-Tork City and Vicinity 
 with full instructions to enable the stranger to find all places and 
 objects of especial interest; also many beautiful Vie^s of Public 
 Buildings, with a 
 
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THE MISSION OE INTELLECT; 
 
 A POEM, 
 
 DELIVERED AT METROPOLITAN HALL, NEW-YORK, DEC. 20, 1855 
 
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 BY AUGUSTINE PUGANNE. 
 
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 NEW YORK: 
 
 L A R K I N , STEARNS, & CO 
 35 6 BROADWAY. 
 

 Entered according to Act of Congress iu the year 1853, by 
 
 AUGUSTINE DUGANNE, 
 
 In the Clerk's office of the District Court of the Eastern District of New-York 
 
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 95 & 97 Cliff, cor. Frankfort st 
 
TO THOSE WHO LABOR 
 
 INTELLECTUALLY AND MORALL1 
 
 THIS POEM IS 
 LOVINGLY INSCRIBED BY 
 
 THE AUTHOR 
 
Cjje Utisaion of Jittdlut 
 
 FART FIRST 
 
 "THE VISION. 
 
 I was a student in the schools of earth — 
 
 I was a wrestler in the strife for gain — 
 
 Until a Voice, which was not of myself, 
 
 Out-led my soul from life. My refluent thought, 
 
 Upon the electric wires of wondrous sleep, 
 
 Had compassed the immeasurable Past, 
 
 And journeyed with the Ages ! I had trod 
 
 The ice-tesselated temples whose dread shrines 
 
 Are the upthrown vitals of extinct volcanoes ; 
 
 Whose columns are gnarled clouds, — whose awful arch 
 
 Is the indrawn chest of storms — whose architraves 
 
6 THE MISSION OF INTELLECT. 
 
 Are the garnered winds — whose visionless capitals 
 Are the footstools of that unseen deity 
 Whom men call Science ' - 
 
 And my soul had sunk — 
 Even from those wildering deserts it had sunk, 
 Sounding a measureless deepness, through the mazo 
 Of whirlpools that engulf the Northern seas, 
 Down to the interminable caves of Ocean ! 
 I trod the unfathomed waters, — where the forms 
 Of vasty snakes like islands lie entombed — 
 I passed the innumerable host of Dead, 
 Marshaled like armies, where attraction wanes, 
 And bodies have no weight. I climbed the hills 
 Of long-forgotten treasures — heaps of gold, 
 And piles of gorgeous merchandry, that years 
 And ages have collected, in the marts 
 Of that dead empire Ocean — whence again 
 No caravan shall bear them — whence not one 
 Of all the uncounted fleets that in the ports 
 Of sunless silence ride in endless lines, 
 Shall voyage forth — beneath the flag of Mammon. 
 
THE -VISION. 
 
 Cold Science — throned upon her awful snows ! 
 
 x\nd Mammon — reigning o'er the withered wrecks 
 
 Of a dead ocean ! — these my soul surveyed, 
 
 Like one who lifts the mantle of his fate, 
 
 And seeth perdition. — These had been my quest ! 
 
 Science I wooed — to freeze in her embrace ; 
 
 And Mammon conquered — to be Mammon's slave. 
 
 Too late I learned it, as in agony 
 
 My spirit moaned aloud. — " Behold !" I cried — 
 
 u The Heritage of Science cannot bless — 
 
 The Power of Mammon cannot save mankind ! 
 
 Tell me, angel of my dreams ! reveal 
 
 The glorious talisman which shall redeem 
 
 Humanity from its curse !" 
 
 Once more the Voice of Truth 
 Went out before me, as a wind, — 
 And drew my weeping soul ! Night came and went, 
 And days fled swiftly on the rolling wheels 
 Of golden suns ; and seasons, like swift steeds, 
 Burdened with wealth, and driven by ancient Time, 
 Rushed past my sight, and vanished. On, and on — 
 
8 THE MISSION OF INTELLECT. 
 
 My soul moved, trembling, through the deeps of space 
 
 Cherubim brushed it with their snowy wings, 
 
 And radiant angels of the mercy seat 
 
 Breathed Eden's odors, as they earthward passed, 
 
 Drying my tears with their celestial smiles. 
 
 On, through the deeps of space — a million worlds, 
 
 Dazzling in hazy glory, crossed my sight ; 
 
 Myriads of stars stretched gleaming from my gaze, 
 
 And countless suns in bright effulgence burned. 
 
 Then fell my soul into a wildering trance 
 Of mystic silence. Solitude seemed bowed 
 By the awful weight of an eternal hush : 
 There was no atmosphere — no pulse, to thrill 
 With the faintest whisper : — vision was no more, 
 For light was absent. All was darksome void, 
 Where matter and its attributes were not — 
 Where Chaos yet was viewless ! — 
 
 And there pressed 
 A thought upon my brain, as if a weight 
 
THE VISION 
 
 Of madness were approaching- — and I cried. 
 That this was Death — and that there was no God ! 
 
 Then answered me the Voice of Truth : " Behold ! 
 Thus is Life dead — thus Godless is the world — 
 When Intellect bows down at Mammon's feet." 
 
 Then suddenly, as with electric flame, 
 
 A light fell all around me, and a sound, 
 
 As of a thousand pinions, rocked my soul ! 
 
 The immensity of visible space revealed 
 
 Itself before me, — and the stars fled back, 
 
 And systems melted into mist — and suns dissolved 
 
 In ambient radiance, — until space — all space 
 
 Was peopled T>y my soul alone ! — 
 
 My vision swept the untenanted universe, 
 
 And from the shadows of Infinity 
 
 I heard the whisper of the Uncreate, 
 
 And bowed my listening spirit. Then arose — 
 
 Slowly, and like a phantom shape, from out 
 1* 
 
10 THE MISSION OF INTELLECT. 
 
 The invisible Beyond, a shadowy globe ; — 
 
 And my soul knew it was — the Earth ! 
 
 An atmosphere of congelated tears 
 
 Covered her brow as with a hoary frost, 
 
 And the deep stirred around her — as with sighs . 
 
 Once more the awful accents of that Voice 
 
 Shook my hushed heart. " Now may'st thou mark the earth ! 
 
 And, from the Universe of thy Intellect, 
 
 Behold Humanity even as it is !" 
 
 Then, with a measureless reach, as if one blind 
 Should strain for sight, my soul looked trembling down, 
 And saw where, stretched athwart the boreal snows 
 An old man, tossed with a tempestuous grief, 
 Lay writhing — while above, in midway light, 
 Hose, like a sorrowing god before mine eyes, 
 The Angel of the Wretched. He was crowned 
 With thorns that gleamed amid the light like gems ; 
 His brow was rigid, as with conquered grief, 
 And his bright eyes glittered with unwept tears ! 
 
THE VISION. 11 
 
 I trembled as his sorrowing glance met mine, 
 And my soul bowed like Mary at the tomb, 
 When the angel talked with her. 
 
 And then I knew, 
 That the old man. wrestling with his mighty grief, 
 Like Jacob vithihe Evangel of the Lord, 
 Was the great mass of crushed Humanity — 
 The bound Prometheus of a suffering world — 
 Chained to the earth with shackles, which the kings 
 And great ones of all time have forged from swords 
 And spears, in the dread furnace of red War — 
 Whose fires are fanned by mortals' dying breaths, 
 And fed by slavery's hecatombs of lives ! 
 
 Then, like the waters of the deep, updrawn 
 
 By the pale moon, my tears gushed thickly forth 
 
 Beneath the angel's glance, and, stretching out 
 
 Mine arms, the while my bosom heaved and tossed 
 
 Like a stirred sea, — I lifted up my voice, 
 
 As Samuel 'mid the Holies : " Lord ! here am I- 
 
 Speak : for thy servant heareth !" 
 
12 THE M I S 8 10 N 01 INTELLECT. 
 
 And that Voice 
 Which had out-led ine from the world, and showed 
 The desert throne of Science, and the dead, 
 Unsentient realm of Mammon, — now spake low, 
 In a strange whisper, as if all the waves 
 Of space were breathing lips ; and the wide sound, 
 Circling infinitude with a subtile reach, 
 Thrilled through my swaying soul — " Arise, and work 
 While the day lasteth — for, behold ! the Night 
 Cometh, when no man worketh." 
 
 Lo ! that Voice 
 Troubled the waters of mine unbelief, 
 And healed mine ignorance ! — " Behold !" I cried — 
 " Behold Humanity is crushed to earth — 
 Mankind is cursed through toil." Then answered me 
 A sound, as of the tread of marching orbs, 
 Rending the heavens ! — and it said, once more, 
 " Arise, and work !" I trembled, and obeyed. 
 Even from those infinite heights I sank to Earth, 
 And stood beside Humanity ! 
 
APOSTROPHE 
 
 0, Earth ! beautiful and wondrous earth ! 
 
 Jewelled with souls, and warm with generous hearts ! 
 The morning stars sang gladly at thy birth; 
 And all God's sons, through Heaven's unmeasured girth, 
 
 Shouted with joy ! Lo ! when thy life departs, 
 All things created shall surcease, and thou. — 
 Girt with great Nature's wrecks — shalt proudly bow, 
 And with the crumbling Universe bedeck thy dying brow 
 
 ii. 
 bounteous Earth ! Thy fresh and teeming breast 
 
 Hath nourishment for all the tribes of men ! 
 God is still with thee, and thy womb is blest ! 
 Still with abundant good thou travailest ! 
 
 And thy dead Ages fructify again, 
 With a new increase ! Yet, Earth ! behold — 
 Millions are perishing, with pangs untold ! 
 Lo ! thy poor children faint, Earth, for bread reluctant 
 doled ! 
 
14 THE MISSION OF INTELLECT. 
 
 III. 
 
 Mysterious Earth ! Thou hast within thy deeps 
 The boundless stores of science ! The immense 
 
 Arcanum of all glorious knowledge sleeps 
 
 Within thine arms, and awful Nature keeps 
 Watch o'er the treasuries of Omnipotence ! 
 
 mother Earth ! why are thy golden plains 
 
 Made fields of torture, and thine iron veins 
 
 Wrought for unholy tyrannies, and forged to galling ohains ! 
 
 PI LQRIMAQE. 
 I. 
 
 Thus communed I, as in the lonely night 
 
 I wandered from the city's sights and sounds — 
 Where life's exuberant mirth, in endless rounds, 
 
 Was racing with the hours — where false delight, 
 And hollow joy, and folly without bounds, 
 And reckless riot which the soul astounds, 
 
 Were but the usual objects of my sight, 
 
 And grown so thick with life as seldom to affright. 
 
PILGRIMAGE. 15 
 
 II. 
 
 I left behind the crowded thoroughfares, 
 
 Where streams of laughing folly dashed along ! 
 
 I passed the theatres, where sin and song 
 Were mingled — turned me from the brilliant squares — 
 
 And reached the darksome avenues, among 
 
 The bleak abodes of poverty and wrong ; 
 Where wretched outcasts crouch within their lairs, 
 And God's fair workmanship a demon's impressbears ! 
 
 in. 
 And, as with hurried feet I nearer drew 
 
 To narrow streets, where Wo and Shame and Want 
 
 Were task-masters, and Hunger, grim and gaunt, 
 Wolf-like clutched human throats, and overthrew 
 
 The souls of men, — there came, in garment scant, 
 
 A woman to my side, whose gait, aslant, 
 Brought piteously her grievous sin to view — 
 That most unhappy sin which all the good must rue ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 With tangled hair, and bloodshot, stormy eyes, 
 And hands clutched nervously across her breast, 
 
16 THE MISSION OF INTELLECT. 
 
 As to her heart some treasure she had prest — 
 With swinging motion, and strange, gasping cries, 
 As if of some lost thing she was in quest — 
 Like a wild bird, when foes have robbed its nest — 
 This woman came to me, and with low sighs 
 Sank prostrate at my feet, and gasped like one who dies. 
 
 v. 
 And over her I bent, and raised her brow 
 
 To the moonlight which fell o'er us, and beheld 
 
 How all its blood was from her face dispelled ; 
 And how the furrows deep which sorrows plough, 
 
 Were graven on cheek and brow in many a weld ; 
 
 But Grief, and not Intemperance, had quelled 
 Her hapless brain, and she, in truth, was now 
 A maniac woman, doomed to gibber and to mow. 
 
 VI. 
 
 And this poor being fixed on me the glare 
 
 Of her glassed eyes, while on her lips the froth 
 Of a wild spasm gathered — and, as loth 
 
 Even in her madness stranger looks to bear, 
 Struggled within my grasp, and waxing wroth, 
 
PILGRIMAGE. 17 
 
 Rent with her nervous hand the tattered cloth 
 That hid, but shielded not her breast, and there — 
 Slumbering in peace, I saw — an infant wondrous fair ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 There is nought holier than an infant's sleep ! 
 For the sanctification of its innocence 
 Enshrines its soul — a shelter and defence ; 
 
 Like a crystal sea, unfathomably deep, 
 
 That guards some blessed island, and prevents 
 The unhallowed entrance of all earthly sense : 
 
 Or like the viewless cherubim that keep 
 
 Watch over Eden's gates, lest sin within should creep. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 And cherubim there are — though visionless — 
 That fold the infant with their heavenly wings, 
 And soothe its slumber with, soft whisperings 
 
 Of the eternal Love and Holiness 
 
 Of Grod ! — 0, radiant, beautiful things 
 Glimpses of glory ! bright imaginings 
 
 Of Eden ! must those be, which oft impress 
 
 An infant's lips with smiles whose meaning. none may guess. 
 
18 THE MISSION OF INTELLECT. 
 
 IX. 
 
 And this fair Child, which now in slumber lay 
 Upon its mother's bosom, like a rose 
 That on a lightning-blasted cedar grows ; 
 
 This child — which seemed a seraphic Estray 
 From Heaven — woke not from its soft repose, 
 Though its frame shook with the convulsing throes 
 
 That rent the mother, as, with maniac sway, 
 
 She struggled to her feet, and flung my grasp away. 
 
 x. 
 
 Like an angel slept the infant, while below 
 
 Its roseate cheek throbbed that wild woman's heart, 
 As from its seat it would in madness start ; 
 
 Even as fair Innocence on the breast of Wo 
 Calmly reclines, with life and soul apart 
 From all the raging thoughts that fiercely dart 
 
 Their arrowy flames beneath it, to and fro ! — 
 
 The child slept on, nor guilt, nor madness could it know 
 
 XI. 
 
 But a whisper in my heart, that seemed to plead 
 For the mad woman's babe, forbade my feet 
 To turn, till, haply, I might soothe the heat 
 
PILGRIMAGE. 19 
 
 Of its wild mother's passion, and outlead 
 
 The frenzy from her mind, that throbbed and beat 
 Like smothered flame, within the burning seat 
 Of her poor brain ; — for madness, like a reed, 
 May be swayed as ye will — if ye its humors heed. 
 
 XII. 
 
 So I no longer wrestled with the rage 
 
 That swelled her heart — but fixed on her my gaze ; 
 
 Like one who tenderly some grief surveys, 
 Which he with gentle act would fain assuage ; 
 
 And as she marked, with wonder scarce concealed, 
 
 The unusual pity which my looks revealed — 
 Pity that words in vain might strive to speak — 
 I bent once more my head — and kissed her baby's cheek 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Behold ! at once that darksome street grew bright 
 With golden beams, whose lustre pure and mild 
 Fell o'er the mother's form, and wrapped the child ! 
 
 I turned — and, clad in robes of clustering light, 
 Dazzling as those in heavenly courts that beam, 
 I saw the radiant Angel of my Dream • 
 
20 THE MISSION OF INTELLECT. 
 
 And heard the Voice — but now with sweeter sound 
 " Intellect ! thou hast thy Mission found ! 
 
 ORDINATION. 
 
 " G-o forth, and find amid the world "thy field : 
 And such as these shall teach thee how to live ! 
 Go forth, and mark the sorrows of thy race, 
 And soothe the madness of their ignorance ! 
 Go forth, and preach that earth is cursed by toil, 
 Because that toil is linked with want and wo ! 
 Be this thy mission — to exalt the doom, 
 By patient virtue and by watchful love ! 
 Be thine to teach that man is kin to man ! — 
 That stars may glimmer through the darkest night, 
 And flowerets bloom amid the rankest weeds ; 
 That in G-od's plan there is no evil thing 
 Which may not yet take hold on purity !" 
 
 Silent the Voice : but 1, with quivering lips, 
 Implored the Angel's name. — Then answered mo 
 
ORDINATION. 21 
 
 Those flutelike tones, o'crswaying all my heart, 
 
 And said, " Behold — I am thy Comforter ! 
 
 By me the rocky fountains of hard hearts 
 
 Are touched, as with the prophet's wand, and gush 
 
 In holiest streams ; by me the stone of grief 
 
 Is rolled from off the mourner's sepulchre, 
 
 And Christ ariseth 'mid its gloom ; by me 
 
 Are souls made free from error's leprosy, 
 
 As Naaman in Jordan ; at my touch 
 
 The bolts and shackles of misfortune's prison 
 
 Fall, as fell Peter's, when the angel came ! 
 
 I am the Calmer of life's raging waves ! 
 
 To me men cry, when sinking — Help ! we perish ! 
 
 Blessed are they who have my power confessed — 
 
 And they who love me — they are truly blest !" 
 
 Thy name ! I cried — as bent my trembling knee — 
 Thy Name ! The Angel answered, " Charity !" 
 
 The vision passed — but I remained enwrapt, 
 
 Like him of Tarsus, when the awful light 
 
 Shone round about him. But my soul had learned 
 
22 THE MISSION OF INTELLECT. 
 
 Its mission among mankind, and it burned 
 To speak the exalted truth to kindred mind — 
 That Intellect is steward for mankind — 
 That mental life is more than mental dreaming, 
 That earth is still no sham — and heaven no seeming 
 That untaught souls will find an untrue God : 
 For ignorance will worship still its clod ! 
 That sacred fire may flame on various shrines : 
 For Love is bound by no sectarian lines ! 
 
PART SECOND. 
 
 EXORDIUM, 
 
 I. 
 
 Men of mind ! 0, men of mind ! 
 Ye who wield the mighty Pen, 
 Scanning souls with angel-ken ! — 
 
 Ye who mould our human-kind 
 In the matrix of your thought, — 
 Why have ye for ages wrought 
 Moral miracle and wonder, 
 Still asunder — still asunder ? 
 n. 
 
 Men of mind ! 0, men of mind ! 
 Could the electric fire of Soul 
 Fuse ye in one glowing whole, — 
 
 Could the immortal flame, enshrined 
 In each stranger heart and brain, 
 Flash from one tremendous fane, — 
 Then might all the world awaken — 
 Then might Earth with joy be shaken ! 
 
24 THE MISSION OF INTELLECT 
 
 Men of mind ! 0, men of mind ! 
 Ye are stewards of your lord — 
 Ye are treasurers of his word ! 
 
 Whatsoe'er on earth ye bind, 
 
 Lo ! it shall be bound in heaven ! 
 What by you on earth is riven, 
 Shall in heaven be loosed and broken - 
 Lo ! the Eternal Voice hath spoken ! 
 
 Men of mind ! 0, men of mind ! 
 Flash your million souls in one — 
 Let the stars become the sun ! 
 
 Be ye as your God designed ! 
 
 Then shall Error withering fall — '• 
 Then shall perish Wrong and Thrall ! 
 Then shall Freedom's Anthem rise — 
 Earth's eternal Sacrifice ! 
 
INVOCATION. 
 
 Hearts of love and souls of daring, in the world's high field 
 of action — 
 
 Ye who cherish God's commandments, bending not to rank 
 or faction : 
 
 Ye whose lives in slothful pleasure never sink nor idly stag- 
 nate, 
 
 Ye who wield the scales of Justice, weighing peasant-man 
 with magnate, — 
 
 Lo ! the Voice of Benediction falls upon you from on High : 
 
 Ye are chosen — ye are missioned — ye are watched by 
 Heaven's Eye ! 
 
 Ye have voices, thoughts and feelings — they were given by 
 
 God to bless you : 
 Pour them forth, till Wrong shall hear ycni — till it fear 
 
 you, and redress you ! 
 Ye have friends*in all God's servants — friends in Heaven, 
 
 with power supernal — 
 
2 ) THE MISSION OF INTELLECT. 
 
 Friends m all who worship justice, all who fear the great 
 
 Eternal : 
 Raise your voices from the Forum — challenge Wrong upon 
 
 its throne — 
 Let your avalanchine warnings sweep the earth from zone 
 
 to zone ! 
 
 hi. 
 
 Speak ye boldly ! pause not — fear not ! Grod is reigning 
 still above you : 
 
 Pour the truth, 'like light, o'er mankind, if they hate or if 
 they love you ! 
 
 Like the Swiss, like Arnold Winkelried — his valorous 
 watchword crying — 
 
 Ye may " make a path for liberty !" — though in it ye lie 
 dying ! 
 
 Like brave Decius, white-robed warrior — priest and vic- 
 tim — ride ye on : 
 
 Matters it not if ye shall perish, so the glorious Cause be 
 won ! 
 
INVOCATION. 27 
 
 IV. 
 
 Though ye bleed as John the Baptist — though ye suffer as 
 
 Saint Stephen — 
 Pause not ! fear not ! hurl your warnings o'er the earth like 
 
 gleaming levin ! 
 Lo ! your fall shall raise up witnesses, your death shall 
 
 prove your mission, 
 And your murderers will bedew your dust with tears of sad 
 
 contrition : 
 Cry aloud amid life's desert — 'mid the wilder uess of 
 
 earth — 
 And " prepare the way !" like him who tirst announced the 
 
 Saviour's birth ! 
 
 Trust in Heaven, though ye be lowly ! weak and lowly 
 
 were those preachers, 
 Who, from fishermen of Galilee, became Creation's teachers: 
 Pause ye not, though musty learning hath not doled its 
 
 scanty morsels — 
 For the flaming tongues of knowledge filled with fire the 
 
 twelve apostles J 
 
2b THE MISSION V INTELLECT 
 
 Truth will shame the crafty schoolmen — till the hoary 
 
 scribes with awe — 
 Like the youthful Christ, expounding at Jerusalem the law ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 Intellect hath Voice forever ! Let that Voice be firm, 
 unquavering — 
 
 As the dauntless Three of Israel, in the furnace still un- 
 wavering — 
 
 Lift your prayers like ancient Daniel — praising God amid 
 the lions — 
 
 Smite the priests of cruel Dagons — crush the shrines of 
 gilded Dians — 
 
 Preach ye now like him of Tarsus — as the hill of Mars he 
 trod : 
 
 Words of virtues long forgotten — tidings of the Unknown 
 God ! — 
 
 VII. 
 
 Speak ye boldly ! from your temple-tops, Muezzin-like, give 
 
 warning ! 
 Bid your brother's eyes turn sunward — bid him hail the 
 
 Future's morning • 
 
INVOCATION. 29 
 
 Point where Truth hath reared her Kaaba — point the 
 
 Mecca of salvation — 
 Till, like Moslems at the minaret-call, shall sink in prayer 
 
 each nation ! — 
 Pause not, shrink not in your mission ! — Flash the sunlight 
 
 of your thought, 
 Like the blaze of God's first mandate, that revealed what 
 
 he had wrought ! 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Speak to kings, as Paul to Festus — till they own the 
 
 truths ye teach them — 
 Speak to men like Christ to Lazarus — till the breath of 
 
 life shall reach them ! 
 Though ye lie in chains, like Peter — angel hands shall 
 
 ope your prison : 
 Though ye die, as died the Prophets — trust ye still your 
 
 prayers have risen ! 
 Shrink not — pause not in your Mission ! — ye must lead 
 
 the Future's van : 
 For Jehovah gives to Intellect the Stewardship of Man ! 
 
ASPIRATION. 
 
 I am looking from my heart through cloudy skies and 
 
 stormy years, 
 While the dim, uncertain Present vails me in a mist of tears ; 
 And a low, mysterious murmuring my sinking spirit hears : 
 
 Like the sad and solemn shivering of the trembling forest 
 
 leaves, 
 When the muttered breath of thunder through the rocking 
 
 darkness heaves, 
 Ere the bolt of fiery levin 'mid the crashing heaven cleaves. 
 
 And a mighty Thought, like sultriness, o'ersways me, as a 
 
 wing — 
 Even as blended wings of cherubim, while fearfully I sing, 
 And most fearfully, like Samuel, to the altar foot I cling ; 
 
 To the foot of that great darkness, lifting high its awful 
 head — 
 
ASPIRATION. 31 
 
 While the clouds, in rolling billows, over its bosom widely 
 
 spread — 
 Like the darkness round the Stygian shores — the darkness 
 
 of the Dead. 
 
 At the foot of this dread altar kneel I now with clasped 
 
 hands, 
 And my bosom smites the Darkness, as a billow beats the 
 
 sands — 
 When the Ocean, all behind it, drives it madly on the 
 
 strands. 
 
 Thus the Ocean of my longings forces on my surging heart — 
 Till the Darkness seems to crumble — crumble heavily apart, 
 And beyond it — as from Chaos — golden paradises start. 
 
 Lo ! the mountainous Thought falls from me — falls from 
 
 off my heaving soul — 
 As if Earth from Titan Atlas should with silent motion roll : 
 And, behold ! it belts the heavens, in a wondrous, flaming 
 
 scroll, — 
 
32 
 
 THE MISSION OF INTELLECT 
 
 As if all the hurrying thunderbolts, in viewless fingers held, 
 Whilst tttey burned upon the azure, were to mortal language 
 
 quelled — 
 Straightway now all human Error from my spirit is dis- 
 pelled ! 
 
 And I know that towering Altar is Jehovah's Throne on 
 
 Earth — 
 And the billowy clouds around it hide the Future's mighty 
 
 birth — 
 This I read amid the flaming Thought, that spans the 
 
 heavens' girth. 
 
 Lo ! that Thought is man's Kedemption — man's enfran- 
 chisement from wrong — 
 
 When the Earth to all God's children shall in brotherhood 
 belong — 
 
 And the weak shall rest securely on the bosom of the 
 strong. 
 
ASPIRATION. 33 
 
 Like an endless fire, consumeless, burns that Thought be- 
 fore mine eyes : 
 And my soul's electric flashes would eternally uprise — 
 Rise and mingle with the Prophecy that belts the 
 Future's skies ! 
 
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