Perpetual dews, and saddens nature’s scene!
A scene more sad sin makes the darken’d soul,
All comfort kills, nor leaves one spark alive. 1983
Though blind of heart, still open is thine eye:
Why such magnificence in all thou seest?
Of matter’s grandeur, know, one end is this,
To tell the rational, who gazes on it—
“Though that immensely great, still greater He,
Whose breast, capacious, can embrace, and lodge,
Unburden’d, nature’s universal scheme; 1990