The Temple of Nature; or, the Origin of Society: A Poem, with Philosophical NotesDarwin, Erasmus
Philosophy
The Temple of Nature; or, the Origin of Society: A Poem, with Philosophical Notes
Darwin, Erasmus
Cosmology -- Poetry; Life -- Origin -- Poetry
"HEAR, O ye Sons of Time! the powers of Life
Arrest the elements, and stay their strife;
From wandering atoms, ethers, airs, and gas,
By combination form the organic mass;
And,--as they seize, digest, secrete,--dispense
The bliss of Being to the vital Ens. 150
Hence in bright groups from IRRITATION rise
Young Pleasure's trains, and roll their azure eyes.
[Footnote: _From wandering atoms_, l. 147. Had those ancient
philosophers, who contended that the world was formed from
atoms, ascribed their combinations to certain immutable
properties received from the hand of the Creator, such as
general gravitation, chemical affinity, or animal appetency,
instead of ascribing them to a blind chance; the doctrine of
atoms, as constituting or composing the material world by the
variety of their combinations, so far from leading the mind
to atheism, would strengthen the demonstration of the
existence of a Deity, as the first cause of all things;
because the analogy resulting from our perpetual experience
of cause and effect would have thus been exemplified through
universal nature.]
"With fond delight we feel the potent charm,
When Zephyrs cool us, or when sun-beams warm;
With fond delight inhale the fragrant flowers,
Taste the sweet fruits, which bend the blushing bowers,
Admire the music of the vernal grove,
Or drink the raptures of delirious love.
"So with long gaze admiring eyes behold
The varied landscape all its lights unfold; 160
Huge rocks opposing o'er the stream project
Their naked bosoms, and the beams reflect;
Wave high in air their fringed crests of wood,
And checker'd shadows dance upon the flood;
Green sloping lawns construct the sidelong scene,
And guide the sparkling rill that winds between;
Conduct on murmuring wings the pausing gale,
And rural echoes talk along the vale;
Dim hills behind in pomp aerial rise,
Lift their blue tops, and melt into the skies. 170
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