To him its action, functions, strength and tone;
But his own weakness shows in this alone.
’Twas given to man to view the heavens on high,
But not in them the mysteries of the sky;
Yet boldly dares his reason penetrate
The darksome chaos, o’er it to dilate.
With staggering step, thus scorning heavenly light,
In error’s paths he wanders, lost in night.
Confused, but not made wise, he pores about,
Betwixt opinion wavering and doubt.