Or holds He furious storms in straiten’d reins,
And bids fierce whirlwinds wheel his rapid car?
What mean these questions?—Trembling I retract;
My prostrate soul adores the present God:
Praise I a distant deity? He tunes 400
My voice (if tuned); the nerve, that writes, sustains:
Wrapp’d in his being, I resound his praise:
But though past all diffused, without a shore,
His essence; local is his throne (as meet),
To gather the dispersed (as standards call