Becoming America - An Exploration of American Literature from Precolonial to Post-Revolution, 2018a

BECOMING AMERICA
REVOLUTIONARY AND EARLY NATIONAL PERIOD LITERATURE
4.11.2 “The Divinity School Address”
(1838)
In this refulgent summer, it has been a luxury to draw the breath of life. The
grass grows, the buds burst, the meadow is spotted with re and gold in the tint
of owers. The air is full of birds, and sweet with the breath of the pine, the balmof-Gilead,
and the new hay. Night brings no gloom to the heart with its welcome
shade. Through the transparent darkness the stars pour their almost spiritual rays.
Man under them seems a young child, and his huge globe a toy. The cool night
bathes the world as with a river, and prepares his eyes again for the crimson dawn.
The mystery of nature was never displayed more happily. The corn and the wine
have been freely dealt to all creatures, and the never-broken silence with which
the old bounty goes forward has not yielded yet one word of explanation. One is
constrained to respect the perfection of this world in which our senses converse.
How wide; how rich; what invitation from every property it gives to every faculty of
man! In its fruitful soils; in its navigable sea; in its mountains of metal and stone;
in its forests of all woods; in its animals; in its chemical ingredients; in the powers
and path of light, heat, attraction and life, it is well worth the pith and heart of
great men to subdue and enjoy it. The planters, the mechanics, the inventors, the
astronomers, the builders of cities, and the captains, history delights to honor.
But when the mind opens and reveals the laws which traverse the universe
and make things what they are, then shrinks the great world at once into a mere
illustration and fable of this mind. What am I? and What is? asks the human spirit
with a curiosity new-kindled, but never to be quenched. Behold these outrunning
laws, which our imperfect apprehension can see tend this way and that, but not
come full circle. Behold these innite relations, so like, so unlike; many, yet one. I
would study, I would know, I would admire forever. These works of thought have
been the entertainments of the human spirit in all ages.
A more secret, sweet, and overpowering beauty appears to man when his heart
and mind open to the sentiment of virtue. Then he is instructed in what is above
him. He learns that his being is without bound; that to the good, to the perfect, he
is born, low as he now lies in evil and weakness. That which he venerates is still his
own, though he has not realized it yet. He ought. He knows the sense of that grand
word, though his analysis fails to render account of it. When in innocency or when
by intellectual perception he attains to say,—”I love the Right; Truth is beautiful
within and without forevermore. Virtue, I am thine; save me; use me; thee will I
serve, day and night, in great, in small, that I may be not virtuous, but virtue;”—
then is the end of the creation answered, and God is well pleased.
The sentiment of virtue is a reverence and delight in the presence of certain
divine laws. It perceives that this homely game of life we play, covers, under
what seem foolish details, principles that astonish. The child amidst his baubles
is learning the action of light, motion, gravity, muscular force; and in the game
of human life, love, fear, justice, appetite, man, and God, interact. These laws
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