“O King, whose greatness none can comprehend,
Whose boundless goodness doth to all extend,”
so is the scope of his argument at one with what follows:
“Here, where, as in a mirror, we but see
Shadows of shadows, atoms of Thy might,
Still owly-eyed when staring on Thy light.”
What we call this life of men on earth, as Mr. Browning’s island-poet has it, is, as he finds much reason to conceive,
“Intended to be viewed eventually
As a great whole, not analysed to parts,
But each part having reference to all.”[26]