’Tis reason our great Master holds so dear;
’Tis reason’s injured rights his wrath resents;
’Tis reason’s voice obey’d his glories crown;
To give lost reason life, he pour’d his own:
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Believe, and taste the pleasure of a God;
Believe, and look with triumph on the tomb:
Through reason’s wounds alone thy faith can die;
Which dying, tenfold terror gives to death,
And dips in venom his twice-mortal sting.