Built (like a Pharos towering in the waves)
Amidst immense effusions of his love!
An ocean of communicated bliss! 930
An all-prolific, all-preserving God!
This were a God indeed.—And such is man,
As here presumed: he rises from his fall.
Think’st thou Omnipotence a naked root,
Each blossom fair of Deity destroy’d?
Nothing is dead; nay, nothing sleeps; each soul,
That ever animated human clay,