If so, how each sage atom laughs at me,
Who think a clod inferior to a man!
If art, to form; and counsel, to conduct;
And that with greater far than human skill;
Resides not in each block;—a Godhead reigns.—
Grant, then, invisible, eternal, Mind;
That granted, all is solved.—But, granting that,
Draw I not o’er me a still darker cloud?
Grant I not that which I can ne’er conceive?
A being without origin, or end!— 1490