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In nature's channel, thus the questions run.
“What am I ? and from whence ?-I nothing know, “ But that I am; and, since I am, conclude 1450
Something eternal : had there e'er been nought, « Nought ftill had been : eternal there must be. " But what eternal ?-Why not human race? " And Adam's ancestors without an end ?6. That's hard to be conceiv'd; fince every link 1455 " Of that long-chain'd succession is fo frail ; “ Can every part depend, and not the whole ? “ Yet grant it true ; new difficulties rise; “ I'm still quite out at sea; nor see the shore. « Whence earth, and these bright orbs ?-Eternal too? « Grant matter was eternal ; still these orbs. « Would want some other father ;-much design « Is seen in all their motions, all their makes; “ Design implies intelligence, and art; “ That can't be from themselves--or man; that art 1465 “ Man scarce can comprehend, could man bestow ?' “ And nothing greater yet allow'd than man.“ Who, motion, foreign to the smallest grain, “ Shot through vast masses of enormous weight? « Who bid brute matter's reftive lump assume 1479 « Such various forins, and gave it wings to fly? “ Has matter innate motion ? then each atom, « Afferting its indisputable right « To dance, would form an universe of duft : of Has matter none? Then whence these glorious forms « And boundless flights, from shapeless, and repos’d? « Has matter more than motion has it thought,
“ Judgment, and genius ? is it deeply learn'd • In matbematics?? Has it fram'd such laws, " Which but to guess, a Newton made immortal?--1480 “ If so, how each sage atom laughs at me, " Who think a clod inferior to a man! “ If art, to form ; and counsel, to conduct; “ And that with greater far, than human skill; “ Resides not in each block;—a Godhead reigns.-1485 “ Grant, then, invisible, eternal, Mind; “ That granted, all is folv’d.-But, granting that, " Draw I not o'er me a still darker cloud ? « Grant I not that which I can ne'er conceive ? “ A being without origin, or end !
1490 “ Hail, human liberty! There is no God“ Yet, why ? On either scheme that knot subfifts “ Subsist it muft, in God, or human race; “ If in the last, how many knots beside, * Indiffoluble all ?—Why chuse it there, 1495 " Where, chosen, still fubfist ten thousand more? “ Reject it, where, that chosen, all the rest “ Dispers’d, leave reason's whole horizon clear? " This is not reason's dictate; reason says, “ Close with the side where one grain turns the scale; 1500 " What vast preponderance is here ! can reason “ With louder voice exclaim-Believe a God ? “ And reason heard, is the sole mark of man. " What things impossible must man think true, “ On any other fyftemn! and how strange 1505 " To disbelieve, through mere credulity!" If, in this chain, Lorenzo finds no tiaw,
Let it for ever bind him to belief,
whose providential care
1515 That little
gem, how large! a weight let fall
1520 Whole battlements look o'er into the vale Of non-existence ? Nothing's strange abode! Say, at what point of space Jehovah dropp’d His Nacken'd line, and laid his balance by ; Weigh’d worlds, and measur'd infinite, no more ? 1525 Where, rears his terminating pillar high Its extra-mundane head ? and says, to gods, In characters illustrious as the sun, 6. I stand, the plan's proud period; I pronounce “ The work accomplish’d; the creation clos'd : 1530 ar Shout, all ye gods! nor fhout ye gods alone; “ Of all that lives, or, if devoid of life, 6. That refts, or rolls, ye heights, and depths resound! • Resound! resound! ye depths, and heights, resound!”
Hard are those questions !--Answer harder ftill. 1535 Is this the fole exploit, the single birth, The solitary son of power divine ?
Or has th’ Almighty Father, with a breath,
Think'st thou my scheme, Lorenzo, spreads too wide? Is this extravagant?-No; this is just; Juft, in conjecture, though 't were false in fact.If 'tis an error, 'tis an error sprung From noble root, high thought of the Moft-High. 1555 But wherefore error ? who can prove it tuch ? He that can set. Omnipotence a bound. Can man conceive beyond what God can do ? Nothing, but quite imposible is hard. He summons into being, with like ease, 1560 A whole creation, and a single grain. Speaks he the word ? a thousand worlds are born! A thousand worlds ? there 's space for millions more ; And in what space can his great fiat fail.? Condemn me not, cold critic! but indulge 1565 The warm imagination : why condemn ?. Why not indulge such thoughts, as swell our hearts.
With fuller admiration of that power,
Still seems my thought enormous ? Think again;-1575
1585 Stupendous Architect! Thou, Thou art all! My soul flies up and down in thoughts of Thee, And finds herself but at the centre still ! I Am, thy name! existence, all thine own! Creation's nothing; flatter'd much, if styl’d
1590 “ The thin, the fleeting atmosphere of God.”
O for the voice of what? of whom? What voice Can answer to my wants, in such ascent, As dares to deem one universe too small ? Tell me, Lorenzo: (for now fancy glows, 1595 Fir'd in the vortex of Almighty power) Is not this home creation, in the map