For say, could Nature Nature’s course control?
But, miracles apart, who sees Him not,
Nature’s controller, author, guide, and end?
Who turns his eye on Nature’s midnight face,
But must inquire—“What hand behind the scene,
What arm almighty, put these wheeling globes
In motion, and wound up the vast machine?
Who rounded in his palm these spacious orbs?
Who bowl’d them flaming through the dark profound,
Numerous as glittering gems of morning dew, 1280