See thou, Lorenzo! where hangs all our hope?
Touch’d by the Cross, we live; or, more than die;
That touch which touch’d not angels; more divine
Than that which touch’d confusion into form,
And darkness into glory; partial touch! 680
Ineffably pre-eminent regard!
Sacred to man, and sovereign through the whole
Long golden chain of miracles, which hangs
From heaven through all duration, and supports
In one illustrious and amazing plan,