And, though invisible, for ever seen!
And seen in all! the great and the minute:
Each globe above, with its gigantic race,
Each flower, each leaf, with its small people swarm’d,
(Those puny vouchers of Omnipotence!)
To the first thought, that asks, ‘From whence?’ declare
Their common source. Thou Fountain, running o’er
In rivers of communicated joy!
Who gavest us speech for far, far humbler themes!
Say, by what name shall I presume to call 2210