In Emerson, the Plato of the nineteenth century, the whole feeling of the Greek seems reflected in its most glorious development. Many of his poems clearly suggest the influence of his Greek teacher, as his Threnody" upon the death of his young son, and "The Sphinx in which these two stanzas ap 66 pear: To vision profounder Man's spirit must dive; His aye-rolling orb At no goal will arrive ; The heavens that now draw him With sweetness untold, Once found for new heavens Eterne alteration Now follows, now flies, Mrs. Elizabeth Rowe, the friend of Bishop Ken and of Dr. Isaac Watts, has left this allusion to preexistence in A HYMN ON HEAVEN. Ye starry mansions, hail! my native skies! Some of the common church hymns glow with the enthusiasm of Platonic preëxistence, and are fondly sung by Christians without any thought that, while their idea is of Biblical origin, it has been nourished and perpetuated by the Greek sage, and directly implies reincarnation. For instance : "I'm but a stranger, here, heaven is my home. "This world where grief and sin abideth, "The home-land, blessed home-land.” "Jerusalem, my happy home." The ancient theologists and priests testify that the soul is conjoined to the body through a certain punishment, and that it is buried in this body as in a sepulchre. — PHILOLAUS, (a Pythagorean.) - Search thou the path of the soul, whence she came, or what way, after serving the body, by joining work with sacred speed, thou shalt raise her again to the same state whence she fell. — ZOROASTER. Death has no power th' immortal soul to slay, PYTHAGORAS, in DRYDEN'S Ovid. He [Plato] spoke of Him The lone, eternal One, who dwells above, And of the soul's untraceable descent From that high fount of spirit, through all the grades Of intellectual being, till it mix With atoms vague, corruptible and dark. Nor yet ev'n thus, though sunk in earthly dross, Corrupted all, nor its ethereal touch Quite lost, but tasting of the fountain still As some bright river, which has rolled along Through meads of flowery light and mines of gold But keeps unchanged awhile the lustrous tinge MOORE. |