Excerpt from Fugitive Pieces: In Prose and Verse, Consisting of Tales, &C.; Moral and Sentimental Man! ungrateful man! let me remind thee, humanity is the angelic messenger of heaven, and she cometh thence in the majesty of the god of day. Yes! when Aurora, gently soaring on the dappled wings of the morn, opes, to the bright solar regent, the burnished portals of heaven, swift and metereous its rays electric shoot across the grand azure concave. At his gladsome approach, adown the vast ethereal expanse, opaque, night's roriferous shadows glide, all nature doft of his dark mantling gloom, once more puts on the chequered trim of vernal beauty, which light and heat, grand source of life and joy, affords: then the drooping floweret once more raises its roscid head, and smilingly exfoliates its long-hidden beauties to the amorous glance of nature's most lovely paramour. So, when unseen, yet not unfelt, the ebon beams of fair humanity begin to glow within the cold bosom of mortality, each dark thought, each filming prejudice, drear doubt, and gloomy reflection, evanisheth into the smiling effulgence of beneficence, gratitude, and love: each cold intention is animated unto a warm and lively sense of duty, each unstrung resolve twangs in the dulcet tone of action, each humble endeavour raises its sleeping head, to witness the glorious success, crowning the deeds of virtue, friendship, and honour. The all-enlivening sun, with his congenial rays, kisses, impartially, with equal fervour, the thatched pentice of the cottage, the starry-pointing glory of the temple's spiral dome, and the glittering embossed beauties of the gorgeous palace: thus humanity visits alike every bosom but his, whom prejudice and insensibility hath, as it were, enwalled with steel against her approach. Alas! the sunny ray pierces not the rugged surface of the adamantine rock, nor does it enter the cavernous inside of the thick tree-becovered mountain; but, wherever the light of heaven visiteth, there hope may flourish, and bear the fruit of its reward; when he, whose bosom is steeled without, has a dungeon's dark and dismal gloom within. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
