The Last Christian, an Epic Poem, by a Successor of Man [T. Bendyshe]

The Last Christian, an Epic Poem, by a Successor of Man [T. Bendyshe]

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882 edition. Excerpt: ...its members left articulate trace No wider scheme or purpose could efface, But must continue as a testimony Of past, but once controlling soul, for aye; No once great thought quite loses influence Tho' fails the track of wherefore and the whence. 90 But such a spirit erst made manifest By some accurst, by some for ever blest, Demanded still of strictest reason's lore Why that should not be which had been before; And still suggested possible eclipse Ordained by yet inspired apocalypse, Vision vouchsafed in Patmos' island lone, High Antichrist upon Jehovah's throne Kathemining, and half the host of heaven Drawing to last rebellion unforgiven; 100 And fondly deemed the millenarian night The Church's silence whilst Archangels fight. For still, they thought, the powers of ill and good Unending contest wage, till understood The origin of evil, and tracked down, Eternal love eternal justice crown; For love from justice is no differing thing, Justice is love turning its back to sin. But Evil whence and wherefore, when and how? Its primal birth on earth none can allow--110 It is--even we must meet it--feel its power In the sick soul, and in the blasted flower, In the mysterious records of blind war Leviathanic monsters waged, before Or sin or disobedience could be; If sin there is, or power to stiffen knee, Or mind, or purpose 'gainst that unknown Thing Which some called Fate and some high Heaven's King; When frequent meals enormous lions made On fledgling Man, apprentice to his trade; 120 That trade those monsters in his turn to kill, And earth's unpeopled deserts leave to till New men unembryonic in his seed--So not for selves we think and toil and bleed--When the Cave-man sculptured his thrice-sucked bone, Or Britain, Greenland, Norway, all...
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  • Paperback | 26 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 68g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236840801
  • 9781236840806