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Nor to this evanescent speck of earth
Poorly confin'd, the radiant tracts on high
Are her exalted range; intent to gaze
Creation thro'; and, from that full complex 1780
Of never-ending wonders, to conceive
Of the sole Being right, who spoke the word,
And Nature mov'd compleat. With inward View,
Thence on th' ideal kingdom swift she turns
Her eye; and instant, at her powerful glance, 1785
Th' obedient phantoms vanish or appear;
Compound, divide, and into order shift
Each to his rank, from plain perception up
To the fair forms of Fancy's fleeting train:
To reason then, deducing truth from truth; 1790
And notion quite abstract; where first begins
The world of spirits, action all, and life
Unfetter'd, and unmix'd. But here the cloud,
So wills Eternal Providence, sits deep.
Enough for us to know that this dark state, 1795
In wayward passions lost, and vain pursuits,
This infancy of being, cannot prove
The final issue of the works of God.
By boundless Love and perfect Wisdom form'd.
And ever rising with the rising mind.1800

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