Leave a stupendous solitude in heaven;
Replenish’d soon, replenish’d with increase
Of pomp, and multitude; a radiant band 698
Of angels new; of angels from the tomb.
Is this by fancy thrown remote? and rise
Dark doubts between the promise and event?
I send thee not to volumes for thy cure;
Read nature; nature is a friend to truth;
Nature is Christian; preaches to mankind;
And bids dead matter aid us in our creed.