The Millennium, and Other Poems: To Which is Annexed, a Treatise on the Regeneration and Eternal Duration of Matter — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Millennium, and Other Poems: To Which is Annexed, a Treatise on the Regeneration and Eternal Duration of Matter
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Let us then cease to give lessons on death and the grave to the rising
generation, and confine ourselves more exclusively to the proclamation
of eternal life. What a glorious field of intelligence now lies
before us, yet but partially explored. What a boundless expanse for
contemplation and reflection now opens to our astonished vision. What
an intellectual banquet spreads itself invitingly to our appetite,
calling into lively exercise every power and faculty of the mind, and
giving full scope to all the great and ennobling passions of the soul.
Love, joy, hope, ambition, faith, and all the virtuous principles of
the human mind may here expand and grow, and flourish, unchecked by any
painful emotions or gloomy fears. Here the youthful mind may expand its
utmost energies, and revel, uncontrolled by remorse, unchecked by time
or decay, in the never-fading sweets of eternity, and bask forever in
the boundless ocean of delight.
This course of instruction followed out in demonstration of the spirit
and of power, would serve to check the allurements of vice, and would
greatly tend to lead and encourage the mind in the practise of virtue
and religion, and would cheer and stimulate the saint in all the
laborious duties of life. It would remove the fear and dread of death.
It would bind up the broken hearted, and administer consolation to the
afflicted. It would enable man to endure with patience and fortitude
all the multiplied afflictions, misfortunes and ills to which they are
subject in this momentary life. It would almost banish the baneful
effects of fear and gloom, and melancholy from the earth, and thus
give new tone and energy to all the various departments of society.
The long night of darkness and superstition is now far spent. The
truth, revived in its primitive simplicity and purity, like the day
star of the horizon, lights up the dawn of that effulgent morn when the
knowledge of God will cover the earth as the waters cover the sea. With
what propriety then, may the rising generation look forward with a well
grounded hope, that they or their children may be of that unspeakably
happy number who will live to be caught up to meet the Lord in the air,
and like Enoch and Elijah, escape the pangs of dissolution, and the
long imprisonment of the grave. Or, with still more certainty, they may
hope that if they sleep in the dust, it will only be of short duration,
and then they will rise again to enjoy the pleasures of life for
evermore. Parents, do you love your children? Does it grieve you to see
their lifeless bodies laid in the tomb, and shut, as it were, forever
from your society? Children, have you ever been called to bid farewell
to your beloved and venerable parents, and to grieve with heart-broken
anguish, as their bodies were deposited in the cold and silent grave,
and you left as orphans upon the dreary world? Husbands and wives, do
you love your companions, and often wish that you both might live in