TO That GREAT-THINKER, Dr. THOMAS BURNET, On His SACRED THEORY of the EARTH.
1 NO usual Flight of Verse,
2 BURNET! no soft-strung Lyre,
3 No slack Neap-tide of Wit,
4 Thy high Demands require:
5 Thy Physiologic-Ken,
6 With Justice, may refuse
7 The insufficient Homage,
8 Of my Demi-Muse.
9 Thy curious Eye discerns
10 Seeds justling Seeds for Room,
11 The Mud-built Shell, and Seas
12 Within its spacious Womb.
13 In gen'rous Search of Truth, Thou feel'st
14 No mean-soul'd Terror;
15 Scornful of Doctoral-Device,
16 Or Vulgar-Error.
17 But, Hark! the crumbling Crust,
18 Ill-propp'd, cracks loud asunder:
19 Mark next! Earth's headlong Plunge,
20 Amidst the Fluids under.
21 Imprison'd Waves, disturb'd,
22 Start from their midland Bed;
23 And, with impetuous Rage,
24 O'er their Oppressor spread.
25 Huge Fragments, shapeless Lumps,
26 Immanely float around;
27 Vast, hideous, Shatters
28 Of primigenial Ground!
29 The now free-wallowing Whale,
30 With all the finny Race;
31 Stare at the Sun, astonish'd
32 By his golden Face:
33 The silver Moon and Stars
34 Then gild the Watry-way,
35 And on its curling Surface
36 Tremulously play.
37 How strong thy Words! What must we
38 Thy Large-Genius call?
39 No Copy can come Up,
40 To thy Original.
41 Whence was the first Discov'ry,
42 Of thy Nostrum, made?
43 To bar again such Flood-gates,
44 When once Open laid!
45 What Fears, what Jealousies,
46 Distract the thoughtful Head?
47 Since taught by Thee! our Feet
48 On faithless Ruins tread.
49 But still! this Rubbish, rescu'd
50 From Diluvian-Fate;
51 Kind Providence restores,
52 To it's primeval State.
53 Lo! the Grand-Architect,
54 In secondary Ire;
55 With alter'd Scheme refines
56 A Globe relaps'd, by Fire.
57 From His consuming Torch;
58 This just Vindictive brings,
59 Inclusively, one Fun'ral-Pile
60 To Men and Things.
61 The lofty'st Alp, at first,
62 Griev'd for it's dripping Ice;
63 Gutt'ring, at last, It-Self
64 A molten Quarry lies.
65 And Now pour ratling-down,
66 In furious Career!
67 The sympathizing Rampiers
68 Of the Atmosphere:
69 Thunder, and Lightning, Lambents,
70 Hail, Wind, Rain, and Snow;
71 With all th' aspiring Train,
72 Of Meteors from below.
73 Into the common Blaze,
74 Then will thy TOMES be hurl'd;
75 Impossible to fail,
76 Till jointly with the World!
77 Here shifts the Scene; Now cease
78 All sublunary Toils;
79 On a re-level'd Orb,
80 A sudden Verdure smiles!
81 A constant Equinox maintains
82 Perpetual Spring,
83 And virtuous Minds Ideas
84 Of Contentment sing.
85 The Architect well-pleas'd,
86 While West-winds balm the Air,
87 Desists; and lastly says: Behold!
88 The Work is Fair.
89 What now, Immense Cosmographer!
90 To Thee is due?
91 Distanc'd I stop; — But, if
92 My Prophecy be true:
93 There Paradise-regain'd,
94 Unknowing Care or Want;
95 Shall, like our Earth, be proud
96 Of Thee it's Habitant.
97 And may'st Thou there in pure Devotions join,
98 With glorious GEORGE, and beauteous CAROLINE!
99 WHO, far as the Materials will bear,
100 Labour to constitute an EDEN here;
101 By steadily bestowing their Commands,
102 On best-computing Heads, and best-performing Hands.