That shocking science, parent of despair!
Avert thy mirror: if I see, I die.
“Know my Creator! climb his bless’d abode
By painful speculation, pierce the veil,
Dive in his nature, read his attributes,
And gaze in admiration—on a foe, 683
Obtruding life, withholding happiness!
From the full rivers that surround his throne,
Not letting fall one drop of joy on man;
Man gasping for one drop, that he might cease