Strikes out, with master hand, a copy fair
Of His idea, whose indulgent thought
Long, long, ere chaos teem’d, plann’d human bliss.
What wealth in souls that soar, dive, range around,
Disdaining limit, or from place, or time; 463
And hear at once, in thought extensive, hear
Th’ Almighty fiat, and the trumpet’s sound!
Bold, on creation’s outside walk, and view
What was, and is, and more than e’er shall be;
Commanding, with omnipotence of thought,