This Poem was originally publijlied 'without any success:
it lay dormant for some time, till it nvas taken notice of
^fielding and Harvey : since that, it has been
esteemed as it merits. The most striking passages are
here selected.


THRO' the immeasurable tracts of space,
Go Muse divine! and present Godhead trace!
Should'st thou above the heav'n of heav'ns ascend,
Could'st thou below the depth of depths descend;
Could thy fond flight beyond the starry sphere,
The radiant morning's lucid pinions bear!

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There should his brighter presence shine confess'd,
There his almighty arm thy course arrest!
Could'st thou the thickest veil of night assume,
Or think to hide thee in the central gloom!'
Yet there, all patient to his piercing sight,
Darkness itself would kindle into light:
Not the black mansions of the silent grave,
Nor darker hell from his perception save;
What pow'r, alas! thy footsteps can convey
Beyond the reach of omnipresent day?
In his wide grasp, and comprehensive eye,
Immediate, worlds on worlds unnumber'd lie:
Systems inclos'd in his Idea roll,
Whose all-informing mind directs the whole:
Lodg'd in his view, their certain ways they know;
Plac'd in that sight from whence can nothing go.
On earth his footstool six'd, in heav'n his feat;
Enthron'd he dictates—and his word is Fate.
Nor want his mining images below,
In streams that murmur, or in winds that blow;
His spirit broods along the boundless flood;
Smiles in the plain, and whispers in the wood;
Warms in the genial fun's enliv'ning ray,
IBreathes in the air, and beautissies the day!
Steals on our footsteps' wheresoe'er we go,
And yields the purest joys we taste below._
Should man his great immensity deny,
Man might as well usurp the vacant sky:


For were he limited in date, or view,
Thence were his attributes imperfect too;
His knowledge, pow'r, his goodness all consin'd,
And lost the notion of a ruling Mind!
Feeble the trust, and comfortless the fense,
Of a defective partial Providence!
Boldly might then his arm injustice brave,
Or innocence in vain his mercy craves
Dejected virtue lift its hopeless eye!
And deep distress pour out the heartless sigh!
An absent God no abler, to defend,
Protect, or punish, than an absent friend;
Distant alike our wants or griefs to know,
To ease the anguish, or prevent the blow!
If he, supreme director, were not near,
Vain were our hope, and empty were our fear;
Unpunish'd vice would o'er the world prevail,
And unrewarded virtue toil to fail I
The moral world a second chaos turn,
And nature for her great Supporter mourn!
Even the weak embryo, ere to life it breaks,
From his high pow'r its slender texture takes^
While in his book the various parts inroll'd,
Increasing, own eternal Wisdom's mold.
Nor views he only the material whole,
But pierces thought, and penetrates the foul!
Ere from the lips the vocal accents part.
Or the faint purpose dawns within the heart!

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