Desert is yet dependant on success?
All this I know:—Ammon can’t tell me more!
We all depend on God:—(his priest and oracle
Silent) His will is known, nor does he need
A voice, but that within the breast of man:
Our duties are implanted on our births!
The God of Nature ne’er confin’d his lessons
Here, to the few;—or buried his great truths
In Afric’s sands.—Is not his holy place,—
At once all earth, sea, air, and heav’n, and virtue?—