After reading Hegel, he meditates:
Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening towards immortality,
And the vast all that is call’d Evil I saw hastening to merge itself and become lost and dead.[1]
And again:
The whole universe indicates that it is good,
The past and the present indicate that it is good.
How beautiful and perfect are the animals!
How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!
What is called good is perfect, and what is called bad is just as perfect.[2]
In this broad earth of ours,
Amid the measureless grossness and the slag,
Enclosed and safe within its central heart,
Nestles the seed perfection.[3]
For I do not see one imperfection in the universe,
And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the universe.[4]
For him
All the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.[5]
His inspired child-soul sees nought save miracles:
To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—the ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?[6]
