Sparkling conviction on the darkest mind,
As in a golden net of Providence.
How art thou caught, sure captive of belief!
From this thy bless’d captivity, what art,
What blasphemy to reason, sets thee free! 1405
This scene is heaven’s indulgent violence:
Canst thou bear up against this tide of glory?
What is earth bosom’d in these ambient orbs,
But, faith in God imposed, and press’d on man?
Darest thou still litigate thy desperate cause,