With a Whirl of Thought opress'd,
I sink from Reverie to Rest.
An horrid Vision seiz'd my Head.
I saw the Graves give up their Dead.
Jove, arm'd with Terrors, burst the Skies,
And Thunder roars, and Light'ning flies!
Amaz'd, confus'd, its Fate unknown,
The World stands trembling at his Throne.
While each pale Sinner hangs his Head,
Jove, nodding, shook the Heav'ns, and said,
"Offending Race of Human Kind,
By Nature, Reason, Learning, blind:
You who thro' Frailty step'd aside,
And you who never fell—thro' Pride:
You who in different Sects have shamm'd,
And come to see each other damn'd:
(So some Folks told you, but they knew
No more of Jove's Designs than you)
The World's mad Business now is o'er,
And I resent these Pranks no more.
I to such Blockheads set my Wit!
I damn such Fools!—Go, go, you're bit."
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
An Impious Poem
My search continues for a few nice Adventish poems to jump start your sermon preparations for a new Church year. One of the major themes of Advent is, of course, the Return of our Lord for Judgment and the Day of Resurrection. While searching for a poem on this topic I came across this impious poem of Jonathan Swift.
As you will see, the poem rests on several commonplaces of the Enlightenment attack on Christianity. One of my favorite short stories from one of my favorite authors touches on similar points: The Lightening-Rod Man by Herman Melville. These are not only insightful attacks on the pride of clergymen (especially Melville) and the very foundations of Christianity (especially Swift) - but they are so very well done. It behooves those called to defend the faith to be familiar with the most effective attacks thereon.
But that is only the mundane reason to read this poem. The real reason to read it - or anything by Swift - is that it will make you a better writer and story teller. Swift is king of the surprise - that sort of surprise that leaves you mouth agape and at a loss for words. Would that more of our sermons could pull that off!
THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT