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CANTO V.

MEANWHILE, not idle. though unwatch'd by me,
The coral architects in silence rear'd
Tower after tower beneath the dark abyss.
Pyramidal in form the fabrics rose,

From ample basements narrowing to the height,
Until they pierced the surface of the flood,
And dimpling eddies sparkled round their peaks.
Then (if great things with small may be compared)
They spread like water-lilies, whose broad leaves
Make green and sunny islets on the pool,
For golden flies, on summer-days, to haunt,
Safe from the lightning-seizure of the trout;
Or yield their laps to catch the minnow, springing
Clear from the stream to 'scape the ruffian pike,
That prowls in disappointed rage beneath,
And wonders where the little wretch found refuge.

One headland topt the waves, another follow'd;
A third, a tenth, a twentieth soon appear'd,
Till the long-barren gulf in travail lay
With many an infant struggling into birth.
Larger they grew and lovelier, when they breathed
The vital air, and felt the genial sun;
As though a living spirit dwelt in each,
Which, like the inmate of a flexile shell,
Moulded the shapeless slough with its own motion,
And painted it with colors of the morn.
Amidst that group of younger sisters, stood
The Isle of Pelicans, as stands the moon
At midnight, qucen among the minor stars,
Differing in splendor, magnitude, and distance.
So look'd that archipelago; small isles,
By interwinding channels link'd yet sunder'd;
All flourishing in peaceful fellowship,
Like forest oaks that love society:
-Of various growth and progress; here, a rock
On which a single palm-tree waved its banner;
There, sterile tracts unmoulder'd into soil;
Yonder, dark woods, whose foliage swept the water,
Without a speck of turf, or line of shore,
As though their roots were anchor'd in the ocean.
But most were gardens redolent with flowers,
And orchards bending with Hesperian fruit,
That realized the dreams of olden time.

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The same ambrosial task, with slender bill
Extracting honey, hidden in those bells,
Whose richest blooms grew pale beneath the blaze
Of twinkling winglets hovering o'er their petals,
Brilliant as rain-drops, when the western sun
Sees his own miniature of beams in each.

High on the cliffs, down on the shelly reef,
Or gliding like a silver-shaded cloud
Through the blue heaven, the mighty albatros
Inhaled the breezes, sought his humble food,
Or, where his kindred like a flock reposed,
Without a shepherd, on the grassy downs,
Smoothed his white fleece, and slumber'd in their
midst.

Wading through marshes, where the rank sca-weed
Flamingoes, in their crimson tunics, stalk'd
With spongy moss and flaccid lichens strove,
On stately legs, with far-exploring eye;
Or fed and slept, in regimental lines,
Watch'd by their sentinels, whose clarion-screams
All in an instant woke the startled troop,
And vanish'd through the welkin far away,
That mounted like a glorious exhalation,
Nor paused till, on some lonely coast alighting,
Again their gorgeous cohort took the field.

The fierce sea-eagle, humble in attire,
In port terrific, from his lonely eyrie
(Itself a burthen for the tallest tree)
Look'd down o'er land and sea as his dominions :
Now, from long chase, descending with his prey,
Young seal or dolphin, in his deadly clutch,
He fed his eaglets in the noon-day sun:
Nor less at midnight ranged the deep for game;
At length entrapp'd with his own talons, struck
Too deep to be withdrawn, where a strong shark.
Roused by the anguish, with impetuous plunge,
Dragg'd his assailant down into the abyss,
Struggling in vain for liberty and life;
His young ones heard their parent's dying shrieks,
And watch'd in vain for his returning wing.

Here ran the stormy petrels on the waves,
As though they were the shadows of themselves
Reflected from a loftier flight through space.
The stern and gloomy raven haunted here,

Throughout this commonwealth of sea-sprung lands, A hermit of the atmosphere, on land

Life kindled in ten thousand happy forms,
Earth, air, and ocean were all full of life.
Still highest in the rank of being, soar'd
'The fowls amphibious, and the inland tribes
Of dainty plumage or melodious song.
In gaudy robes of many-color'd patches,
The parrots swung like blossoms on the trees,
While their harsh voices undeceived the ear.
More delicately pencill'd, finer drawn
In shape and lineament; too exquisite
For gross delights; the Birds of Paradise
Floated aloof, as though they lived on air,
And were the orient progeny of heaven,
Or spirits made perfect veil'd in shining raiment.
From flower to flower, where wild bees flew and sung,
As countless, small, and musical as they,

Among vociferating crowds a stranger,

Whose hoarse, low, ominous croak disclaim'd com

munion

With those, upon the offal of whose meals

He gorged alone, or tore their own rank corses.
The heavy penguin, neither fish nor fowl,
With scaly feathers and with finny wings,
Plump'd stone-like from the rock into the gulf,
Rebounding upward swift as from a sling.
Through yielding water as through limpid air,
The cormorant, Death's living arrow, flew,
Nor ever miss'd a stroke, or dealt a second,
So true the infallible destroyer's aim.

Millions of creatures such as these, and kinds Unnamed by man, possess'd those busy isles;

Each, in its brief existence, to itself,
The first, last being in the universe,
With whom the whole began, endured, and ended:
Blest ignorance of bliss, not made for them!
Happy exemption from the fear of death,

And that which makes the pangs of death immortal,
The undying worm, the fire unquenchable,
-Conscience, the bosom-hell of guilty man!
The eyes of all look'd up to Him, whose hand
Had made them, and supplied their daily need;
Although they knew Him not, they look'd to Him;
And He, whose mercy is o'er all his works,
Forgot not one of his large family,

But cared for each as for an only child.
They plow'd not, sow'd not, gather'd not in barns,
Thought not of yesterday, nor knew to-morrow;
Yet harvests inexhaustible they reap'd
In the prolific furrows of the main ;

Or from its sunless caverns brought to light
Treasures for which contending kings might war,-
Gems, for which queens would yield their hands to
slaves,-

By them despised as valueless and nought;

Meanwhile the parent from the sea supplied
A daily feast, and from the pure lagoon
Brought living water in her sack, to cool
The impatient fever of their clamorous throats.
No need had she, as hieroglyphics feign
(A mystic lesson of maternal love),

To pierce her breast, and with the vital stream,
Warm from its fountain, slake their thirst in blood,
-The blood which nourish'd them ere they were
hatch'd,

While the crude egg within herself was forming.

It was a land of death-Between those nests,
The quiet earth was feather'd with the spoils
Of aged Pelicans, that hither came

To die in peace, where they had spent in love
The sweetest periods of their long existence.
Where they were wont to build, and breed their young
There they lay down to rise no more for ever,
And close their eyes upon the dearest sight
On which their living eyes had loved to dwell,
-The nest where every joy to them was centred.
There rife corruption tainted them so lightly,

From the rough shell they pick'd the luscious food, The moisture seem'd to vanish from their relics,

And left a prince's ransom in the pearl.

Nature's prime favorites were the Pelicans;
High-fed, long-lived, and sociable and free,
They ranged in wedded pairs, or martial bands,
For play or slaughter. Oft have I beheld
A little army take the wat'ry field,

With outstretch'd pinions form a spacious ring,
Then pressing to the centre, through the waves,
Inclose thick shoals within their narrowing toils,
Till multitudes entangled fell a prey:
Or, when the flying-fish in sudden clouds,
Burst from the sea, and flutter'd through the air,
These giant fowlers snapt them, like musketoes
By swallows hunted through the summer sky.

I turn'd again to look upon that isle,
Whence from one pair those colonies had issued
That through these Cyclades at freedom roved,
Fish'd every stream, and fed on every shore;
When, lo! a spectacle of strange extremes
Awaken'd sweet and melancholy thoughts:
All that is helpless, beautiful, endearing
In infancy, in prime of youth, in love;
All that is mournful in decay, old age,
And dissolution; all that awes the eye,
And chills the bosom, in the sad remains
Of poor mortality, which last awhile,
To show that life hath been, but is no longer,
-All these in blended images appear'd,
Exulting, brooding, perishing before me.

It was a land of births.-Unnumber'd nests,
Of reeds and rushes, studded all the ground.
A few were desolate and fallen to ruin;
Many were building from those waste materials;
On some the dams were sitting, till the stroke
Of their quick bills should break the prison-shells,
And let the little captives forth to light,
With their first breath demanding food and shelter.
In others I beheld the brood new-fledged,
Struggling to clamber out, take wing, and fly
Up to the heavens, or fathom the abyss.

As dew from gossamer, that leaves the net-work
Spread on the ground, and glistening in the sun.
Thus, when a breeze the ruffled plumage stirr'd,
That lay like drifted snow upon the soil,
Their slender skeletons were seen beneath,
So delicately framed, and half transparent,
That I have marvell'd how a bird so noble,
When in his full magnificent attire,
With pinions wider than the king of vultures,
And down elastic, thicker than the swan's,
Should leave so small a cage of ribs to mark
Where vigorous life had dwelt a hundred years.

Such was that scene; the dying and the dead
Next neighbors to the living and the unborn.
O how much happiness was here enjoy'd!
How little misery had been suffered here!
Those humble Pelicans had each fulfill'd
The utmost purpose of its span of being,
And done its duty in its narrow circle,
As surely as the sun, in his career,
Accomplishes the glorious end of his.

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The stars to glory in their annual courses;
Moons without number thus may way and wane,
And winds alternate blow in cross-monsoons.
While here-through self-begining rounds, self-
ending,

Then self-renew'd, without advance or failure,-
Existence fluctuates only like the tide,
Whose everlasting changes bring no change,
But billow follows billow to the shore,
Recoils, and billow out of billow swells;
An endless whirl of ebbing, flowing foam,
Where every bubble is like every other,
And Ocean's face immutable as Heaven's.
Here is no progress to sublimer life;

Nature stands still,-stands at the very point,
Whence from a vantage-ground her bolder steps
Might rise resplendent on the scale of being;
Rank over rank, awakening with her tread,
Inquisitive, intelligent; aspiring,

Each above other, all above themselves,
Till every generation should transcend
The former, as the former all the past.

"Such, such alone were meet inhabitants For these fair isles, so wonderfully form'd Amidst the solitude of sea and sky,

On which my wandering spirit first was cast,
And still beyond whose girdle, eye nor wing
Can carry me to undiscover'd climes,

The abodes of happy millions were no more;
But in their place a shadowy landscape lay,
On whose extremest western verge, a gleam
Of living silver, to the downward sun
Intensely glittering, mark'd the boundary line,
Which ocean, held by chains invisible,
Fretted and foam'd in vain to overleap.

Woods, mountains, valleys, rivers, glens, and plains
Diversified the scene:-that scene was wild,
Magnificent, deform'd, or beautiful,

As framed expressly for all kinds of life,
With all life's labors, sufferings, and enjoyments;
Untouch'd as yet by any meaner hand
Than His who made it, and pronounced it good.
And good it was;-free as light, air, fire, water,

Where many a nobler race may dwell; whose waifs To every thing that breathed upon its surface,
And exiles, tost by tempests on the flood,
Hither might drift upon their native trees;

Or, like their own free birds, on fearless pinions,
Make voyages amidst the pathless heaven,
And, lighting, colonize these fertile tracts,
Recover'd from the barrenness of ocean,
Whose wealth might well repay the brave adventure.
-Hath Nature spent her strength? Why stopp'd she
here?

Why stopp'd not lower, if to rise no higher?
Can she not summon from more ancient regions,
Beyond the rising or the setting sun,
Creatures, as far above the mightiest here
As yonder eagle flaming at high noon,

Outsoars the bat that flutters through the twilight?
Or as the tender Pelican excels
The anomalous abortion of the rock,
In which plant, fossil, animal unite?

"But changes here may happen-changes must!
What hinders that new shores should yet ascend
Out of the bosom of the deep, and spread
Till all converge, from one circumference
Into a solid breadth of table-land,
Bound by the horizon, canopied with heaven,
And ocean in his own abyss absorb'd?"

While these imaginations cross'd the mind,
My thoughts fulfill'd themselves before mine eyes;
The islands moved like circles upon water,
Expanding till they touch'd each other, closed
The interjacent straits, and thus became
A spacious continent which fill'd the sea.
That change was total, like a birth, a death;
-Birth, that from native darkness brings to light
The young inhabitant of this gay world;
Death, that from seen to unseen things removes,
And swallows time up in eternity.

That which had been, for ever ceased to be,
And that which follow'd was a new creation
Wrought from the disappearance of the old.
So fled that pageant universe away,
With all its isles and waters. So I found
Myself translated to that other world,
By sleight of fancy, like the unconscious act
Of waking from a pleasant dream, with sweet
Relapse into a more transporting vision.

The nursery of brooding Pelicans,
The dormitory of their dead, had vanish'd,
And all the minor spots of rock and verdure,

From the small worm that crept abroad at midnight
To sip cool dews, and feed on sleeping flowers,
Then slunk into its hole, the little vampyre!
Through every species which I yet had seen,
To animals, of tribes and forms unknown
In the lost islands-beasts that ranged the forests,
Grazed in the valleys, bounded o'er the hills,
Reposed in rich savannas, from grey rocks
Pick'd the thin herbage sprouting through their
fissures;

Or in waste howling deserts found oases.
And fountains pouring sweeter streams than nectar,
And more melodious than the nightingale,
-So to the faint and perishing they seem'd.

I gazed on ruminating herds of kine,
And sheep for ever wandering; goats that swung
Like spiders on the crags, so slight their hold;
Deer, playful as their fawns, in peace, but fell
As battling bulls, in wars of jealousy:
Through flowery champaigns roam'd the fleet gazelles,
Of many a color, size, and shape,—all graceful;
In every look, step, attitude prepared,
Even at the shadow of a cloud, to vanish,
And leave a solitude where thousands stood
With heads declined, and nibbling eagerly
As locusts when they light on some new soil,
And move no more till they have shorn it bare.
On these, with famine unappeasable,
Lithe, muscular, huge-boned, and limb'd for leaping
The brindled tyrants of brute nature prey'd :
The weak and timid bow'd before the strong,
The many by the few were hourly slaughter'd,
Where power was right, and violence was law.

Here couch'd the panting tiger, on the watch;
Impatient but unmoved, his fire-ball eyes
Made horrid twilight in the sunless jungle,
Till on the heedless buffalo he sprang,
Dragg'd the low-bellowing monster to his lair,
Crash'd through the ribs at once into his heart,
Quaff'd the hot blood, and gorged the quivering flesh
Till drunk he lay, as powerless as the carcass.

There, to the solitary lion's roar

So many echoes answer'd, that there seem'd
Ten in the field for one-where'er they turn'd,
The flying animals, from cave to cave,
Heard his voice issuing; and recoil'd aghast,
Only to meet it nearer than before,

Or, ere they saw his shadow or his face,

Fall dead beneath his thunder-striking paw.

Calm amidst scenes of havoc, in his own
Huge strength impregnable, the elephant
Offended none, but led his quiet life
Among his old contemporary trees,
Till nature laid him gently down to rest
Beneath the palm, which he was wont to make
His prop in slumber; there his relics lay
Longer than life itself had dwelt within them.
Bees in the ample hollow of his skull
Piled their wax-citadels, and stored their honey;
Thence sallied forth to forage through the fields,
And swarm'd in emigrating legions thence:
There, little burrowing animals threw up
Hillocks beneath the over-arching ribs;
While birds, within the spinal labyrinth,
Contrived their nests:-so wandering Arabs pitch
Their tents amidst Palmyra's palaces;

So Greek and Roman peasants build their huts
Beneath the shadow of the Parthenon,
Or on the ruins of the Capitol.

But unintelligent creation soon
Fail'd to delight; the novelty departed,

And all look'd desolate; my eye grew weary
Of seeing that which it might see for ever
Without a new idea or emotion;
The mind within me panted after mind,
The spirit sigh'd to meet a kindred spirit,
And in my human heart there was a void,
Which nothing but humanity could fill.
At length, as though a prison-door were open'd,
Chains had fall'n off, and by an angel-guide
Conducted, I escaped that desert-bourn;
And instantaneously I travell'd on,

Yet knew not how, for wings nor feet I plied,
But with a motion like the lapse of thought,
O'er many a vale and mountain I was carried,
Till in the east, above the ocean's brim,

I saw the morning sun, and stay'd my course, Where vestiges of rude but social life Arrested and detain'd attention long.

Amidst the crowd of grovelling animals, A being more majestic stood before me; I met an eye that look'd into my soul, And seem'd to penetrate mine inmost thoughts. Instinctively I turn'd away to hide them, For shame and quick compunction came upon me, As though detected on forbidden ground, Gazing on things unlawful: but my heart Relented quickly, and my bosom throbb'd With such unutterable tenderness, That every sympathy of human nature Was by the beating of a pulse enkindled, And flash'd at once throughout the mind's recesses, As, in a darken'd chamber, objects start

All round the walls, the moment light breaks in. The sudden tumult of surprise awoke

My spirit from that trance of vague abstraction, Wherein I lived through ages, and beheld Their generations pass so swiftly by me,

Conceit of something wanting through the whole.
That spell was broken, like the vanish'd film
From eyes born blind, miraculously open'd;-
"T was gone, and I became myself again,
Restored to memory of all I knew

From books or schools, the world or sage experience,
With all that folly or misfortune taught me,-
Each hath her lessons,-wise are they that learn.
Still the mysterious reverie went on,
And I was still sole witness of its issues,
But with clear mind and disenchanted sight,
Beholding, judging, comprehending all;
Not passive and bewilder'd as before.

What was the being which I then beheld?
Man going forth amidst inferior creatures:
Not as he rose in Eden out of dust,
Fresh from the moulding hand of Deity;
Immortal breath upon his lips; the light
Of uncreated glory in his soul,

Lord of the nether universe, and heir
Of all above him,-all above the sky,
The sapphire pavement of his future palace:
Not so, but rather like that morning-star,
Which from the highest empyrean fell
Into the bottomless abyss of darkness;
There flaming only with malignant beams
Among the constellations of his peers,

The third part of Heaven's host, with him cast down,
To irretrievable perdition,-thence,

Amidst the smoke of unillumined fires,

Issuing like horrid sparks to blast creation:
-Thus, though in dim eclipse, before me stood,
As from a world invisible call'd up,
Man, in the image of his Maker form'd,
Man, to the image of his tempter fall'n;
Yet still as far above infernal fiends,
As once a little lower than the angels.

I knew him, own'd him, loved him, and exclaim'd, "Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, my Brother? Hail in the depth of thy humiliation;

For dear thou art, amidst unconscious ruin,-
Dear to the kindliest feelings of my soul,

As though one womb had borne us, and one mother
At her sweet breasts had nourish'd us as twins."

I saw him sunk in loathsome degradation,
A naked, fierce, ungovernable savage,
Companion to the brutes, himself more brutal;
Superior only in the craft that made

The serpent subtlest beast of all the field,
Whose guile unparadised the world, and brought
A curse upon the earth which God had blessed.
That curse was here, without the mitigation
Of healthful toil, that half redeems the ground
Whence man was taken, whither he returns,
And which repays him bread for patient labor,
-Labor, the symbol of his punishment,
-Labor, the secret of his happiness.
The curse was here; for thorns and briers o'erran
The tangled labyrinths, yet briers bare roses,

That years were moments in their flight, and hours And thorns threw out their annual snow of blossoms

The scenes of crowded centuries reveal'd;

I sole spectator of the wondrous changes,
Spell-bound as in a dream, and acquiescing

In all that happen'd, though perplex'd with strange

The curse was here; and yet the soil untill'd Pour'd forth spontaneous and abundant harvests, Pulse and small berries, maize in strong luxuriance And slender rice that grew by many waters;

The forests cast their fruits, in husk or rind,
Yielding sweet kernels or delicious pulp,
Smooth oil, cool milk, and unfermented wine,
In rich and exquisite variety.

On these the indolent inhabitants

Fed without care or forethought, like the swine
That grubb'd the turf, and taught them where to look
For dainty earth-nuts and nutritious roots;
Or the small monkeys, capering on the boughs,
And rioting on nectar and ambrosia,

The produce of that Paradise run wild:-
No, these were merry, if they were not wise;
While man's untutor'd hordes were sour and sullen,
Like those abhorr'd baboons, whose gluttonous taste,
They follow'd safely in their choice of food;
And whose brute semblance of humanity
Made them more hideous than their prototypes,
That bore the genuine image and inscription,
Defaced indeed, but yet indelible.

That left the field strown with unnatural carnage,
To furnish out a more unnatural feast,

And lay the train to inflaine a bloodier fray.

They dwelt in dens and caverns of the earth,
Won by the valiant from their brute possessors,
And held in hourly peril of reprisals
From the ferocious brigands of the woods,
The lioness, benighted with her whelps,
There seeking shelter from the drenching storm
Met with unseen resistance on the threshold,
And perish'd ere she knew by what she fell;
Or, finding all within asleep, surprised
The inmates in their dreams, from which no more
Her deadly vengeance suffer'd them to wake.
-On open plains they framed low, narrow huts
Of boughs, the wreck of windfalls or of Time,
Wattled with canes, and thatch'd with reeds and
leaves;

-From ravening beasts, and fowls that fish'd the There from afflictive noon sought twilight shadow

ocean,

Men learn'd to prey on meaner animals,
But found a secret out which birds or beasts,
Most cruel, cunning, treacherous, never knew,
-The luxury of devouring one another.

Such were my kindred in their lost estate,
From whose abominations while I turn'd,
As from a pestilence, I mourn'd and wept
With bitter lamentation o'er their ruin;
Sunk as they were in ignorance of all
That raises man above his origin,
And elevates to heaven the spirit within him,
To which the Almighty's breath gave understanding.
Large was their stature, and their frames athletic;
Their skins were dark, their locks like eagles' feathers;
Their features terrible;-when roused to wrath,
All evil passions lighten'd through their eyes,
Convulsed their bosoms like possessing fiends,
And loosed what sets on fire the course of nature,
-The tongue of malice, set on fire of hell,
Which then, in cataracts of horrid sounds,

Or slumb r'd in the smoke of green-wood fires,
To drive away the pestilent musketoes.
-Some built unwieldy nests among the trees,
In which to doze by night, or watch by day
The joyful moment, from that ambuscade
To slay the passing antelope, or wound
The jackall chasing it, with sudden arrows
From bows that task'd a giant's strength to bend.
In flight or combat, on the champaign field,
They ran a tilt with flinty-headed spears;
Or lanch'd the lighter javelin through the air,
Follow'd its motion with a basilisk's eye,
And shriek'd with gladness when a life was spill'd.
They sent the pebble hissing from the sling,
Hot as the curse from lips that would strike dead,
If words were stones; here stones, as swift as words
Can reach the ear, the unweary victim smote.
In closer conflict, breast to breast, when one
Or both must perish on the spot, they fought
With clubs of iron-wood and ponderous force,
Wielded with terrible dexterity,

And falling down like thunderbolts, which nought

Raged through their gnashing teeth and foaming lips, But counter thunderbolts could meet or parry. Making the ear to tingle, and the soul

Sicken, with spasms of strange revolting horror,
As if the blood changed color in the veins,
While hot and cold it ran about the heart,
And red to pale upon the check it show'd.

Their visages at rest were winter-clouds,

Rude-fashion'd weapons! yet the lion's jaws,
The tiger's grasp, the eagle's beak and talons,
The serpent's fangs, were not more formidable,
More sure to hit, or, hitting, sure to kill.

They knew not shame nor honor, yet knew pride;

Fix'd gloom, whence sun nor shower could be foretold: The pride of strength, skill, speed, and subtlety; But, in high revelry, when full of prey,

Cannibal prey, tremendous was their laughter;
Their joy, the shock of earthquakes overturning
Mountains, and swamping rivers in their course;
Or subterranean elements embroil'd—
Wind, fire, and water, till the cleft volcano
Gives to their devastating fury vent:
That joy was lurking hatred in disguise,
And not less fatal in its last excess.

They danced,-like whirlwinds in the Libyan waste,
When the dead sand starts up in living pillars,
That mingle, part, and cross, then burst in ruin
On man and beast;-they danced to shouts and screams,
Drums, gongs, and horns, their deafening din inflicting
On nerves and ears enraptured with such clangor;
Till mirth grew madness, and the feast a fray,

The pride of tyranny and violence,

Not o'er the mighty only, whom their arm
Had crush'd in battle, or had basely slain

By treacherous ambush, or more treacherous smiles,
Embracing while they stabb'd the heart that met
Their specious seeming with unguarded breast:
-The reckless savages display'd their pride
By vile oppression in its vilest forms,-
Oppression of the weak and innocent;
Infancy, womanhood, old age, disease,
The lame, the halt, the blind, are wrong'd, neglected,
Exposed to perish by wild beasts in woods,
Cast to crocodiles in rivers; murder'd,
Even by their dearest kindred, in cold blood,
To rid themselves of Nature's gracious burthens,
In mercy laid on man to teach him mercy.

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