Sheep to the Public Goats
After my three years' slumber on the banks of the Ocean, I again display my Giant forms to the Public.
My former Giants and Fairies having receiv'd the highest reward possible, the . . . and . . . of those
with whom to be connected is to be . . ., I cannot doubt that this more consolidated and extended Work
will be as kindly received. The Enthusiasm of the following Poem, the Author hopes . . . I also hope
the Reader will be with me wholly one in Jesus our Lord, Who is the God . . . and Lord . . . to Whom
the Ancients look'd, and saw His day afar off, with trembling and amazement.
The Spirit of Jesus is continual Forgiveness of Sin: he who waits to be righteous before he enters into
the Saviour's Kingdom, the Divine Body, will never enter there. I am perhaps the most sinful of men: I
pretend not to holiness; yet I pretend to love, to see, to converse with daily, as man with man, and the
more to have an interest in the Friend of Sinners. Therefore . . . Reader . . . what you do not approve,
and . . me for this energetic exertion of my talent.
Reader! . . . of books . . . of Heaven,
Of the Measure in which
And of that
God from whom . . .
Who in mysterious Sinai's awful cave
To Man the wondrous art of writing gave;
He speaks in thunder and in fire,
Thunder of Thought and flames of fierce Desire.
Even from the depths
of Hell His voice I hear
Within the unfathom'd caverns of my Ear.
Therefore I print: nor vain my types shall
Heaven, Earth, and Hell, henceforth shall live in harmony
the following Poem is written.
We who dwell on Earth can do nothing of ourselves; everything, is conducted by Spirits, no less than
Digestion or Sleep. . .
When this Verse was first dictated to me, I consider'd a monotonous cadence like that used by Milton
and Shakspeare, and all writers of English Blank Verse, derived from the modern bondage of Riming,
to be a necessary and indispensable part of Verse. But I soon found that in the mouth of a true Orator
such monotony was not only awkward, but as much a bondage as rime itself. I therefore have produced
a variety in every line, both of cadences and number of syllables. Every word and every letter is studied
and put into its fit place; the terrific numbers are reserved for the terrific parts, the mild and gentle for the
mild and gentle parts, and the prosaic for inferior parts; all are necessary to each other. Poetry fetter'd
fetters the Human Race. Nations are destroy'd or flourish, in proportion as their Poetry, Painting, and
Music are destroy'd or flourish. The Primeval State of Man was Wisdom, Art, and Science.
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