Whate'er in heaven,
In earth, man sees mysterious, shakes his mind
With sacred awe o'erwhelms him, and his soul
Bows to the dust; the cause of things conceal
Once from his vision, instant to the gods
All empire he transfers, all rule supreme,
And doubtful whence they spring, with headlong haste
Calls them the workmanship of power divine.
For he who, justly, deems the Immortals live
Safe, and at ease, yet fluctuates in his mind