Atheism --

Muse! Muse! where shall I begin the spacious feild

To tell what curses unbeleif doth yeild?

Thou who dost daily feel his hand, and rod

Darest thou deny the Essence of a God! —

If there's no heav'n, ah! whither wilt thou go

Make thy Ilysium in the shades below?

If there's no God from whom did all things Spring

He made the

greatest

and

minutest

Thing

Angelic ranks no less his Power display

Than the least mite scarce visible to Day

With vast astonishment my soul is struck

Have Reason'g powers thy darken'd breast forsook?

The Laws deep Graven by the hand of God,

Seal'd with Immanuel's all-redeeming blood:

This second point thy folly dares deny

On thy devoted head for vengeance cry —

Turn then I pray thee from the dangerous road

Rise from the dust and seek the mighty God.

His is bright truth without a dark disguise

And his are wisdom's all beholding Eyes:

With labour'd snares our Adversary great

Withholds from us the Kingdom and the seat.

Bliss weeping waits thee, in her Arms to fly

To her own regions of felicity —

Perhaps thy ignorance will ask us where?

Go to the Corner stone he will declare.

Thy heart in unbelief will harden'd grow

Tho' much indulg'd in vicious pleasure now —

Thou tak'st unusual means; the path forbear

Unkind to others to thy self Severe —

Methinks I see the consequence thou'rt blind

Thy unbelief disturbs the peaceful Mind.

The endless scene too far for me to tread

Too great to utter from so weak a head.

That man his maker's love divine might know

In heavens high firmament he placed his Bow

To shew his covenant for ever sure

To endless Age unchanging to endure —

He made the Heavens and earth that lasting Spring

Of admiration! To whom dost thou bring

Thy grateful tribute? Adoration pay

To heathen Gods? Can wise Apollo say

Tis I that saves thee from the deepest hell;

Minerva teach thee all thy days to tell?

Doth Pluto tell thee thou Shalt see the shade

Of fell perdition for transgression made?

Doth Cupid in thy breast that warmth inspire

To love thy Brother, which is God's desire?

Atheist! behold the wide extended skies

And wisdom infinite shall strike thine eyes

Mark rising Sol when far he spreads his Ray

And his Commission read — To rule the Day

At night behold that silver Regent bright

And her command to lead the train of Night

Lo! how the Stars all vocal in his praise

Witness his Essence in celestial lays!

The misspellings are hers, it is said she wrote this at the age of 14. Subsequently [whoever] published it with the misspellings.