On passive nature, before thought was born?
My birth’s blind bigot! fired with local zeal!
No; reason re-baptized me when adult;
Weigh’d true, and false, in her impartial scale;
My heart became the convert of my head; 740
And made that choice, which once was but my fate.
“On argument alone my faith is built:”
Reason pursued is faith; and, unpursued
Where proof invites, ’tis reason, then, no more:
And such our proof, that, or our faith is right,