From 'Religious Musings' — Summary

Samuel ColeridgeContemplativo

I

THERE is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind, Omnific. His most holy name is Love. Truth of subliming import! with the which Who feeds and saturates his constant soul, He from his small particular orbit flies With blest outstarting! From himself he flies, Stands in the sun, and with no partial gaze Views all creation; and he loves it all, And blesses it, and calls it very good! This is indeed to dwell with the Most High! Cherubs and rapture-trembling Seraphim Can press no nearer to the Almighty’s throne. But that we roam unconscious, or with hearts Unfeeling of our universal Sire, And that in His vast family no Cain Injures uninjured (in her best-aimed blow Victorious Murder a blind Suicide) Haply for this some younger Angel now Looks down on Human Nature: and, behold! A sea of blood bestrewed with wrecks, where mad Embattling Interests on each other rush With unhelmed rage! ’Tis the sublime of man, Our noontide Majesty, to know ourselves Parts and proportions of one wondrous whole! This fraternizes man, this constitutes Our charities and bearings. But ’tis God Diffused through all, that doth make all one whole; This the worst superstition, him except Aught to desire, Supreme Reality! The plenitude and permanence of bliss!

II

Toy-bewitched, Made blind by lusts, disherited of soul, No common centre Man, no common sire Knoweth! A sordid solitary thing, Mid countless brethren with a lonely heart Through courts and cities the smooth savage roams Feeling himself, his own low self the whole; When he by sacred sympathy might make The whole one Self! Self, that no alien knows! Self, far diffused as Fancy’s wing can travel! Self, spreading still! Oblivious of its own, Yet all of all possessing! This is Faith! This the Messiah’s destined victory!

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Coleridge opens with a radiant, almost ecstatic vision: a single divine Mind, whose essence is Love, pervades everything. To really feed on that truth lifts a soul out of its cramped personal orbit — suddenly you stand in the sun and see all creation with an embracing, blessing gaze. That, for the speaker, is as close to the Almighty as a seraph can fly. But then the mood crashes. The poem looks down on human history and sees a churning “sea of blood,” a family squabbling into violence, every murder a blind suicide. The true majesty of being human, it insists, isn’t rage but recognition: we are “parts and proportions of one wondrous whole,” held together by God diffused through all.

The second section sketches the alternative. Cut off from that sacred centre, a person becomes a lonely, lust-bewitched “smooth savage” roaming through crowds, mistaking his tiny self for the whole world. Yet by sacred sympathy, that same self could stretch outward until it owns and loves everything. That expansive, self-forgetting faith is the poem’s real hope — what it calls the Messiah’s destined victory.

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