Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye,
And smiling say, ‘My Father made them all.’”
And so throughout this whole passage he continues in a strain akin to that of Thomson’s Hymn, but more intimate and devout, his acknowledgment of Him whom he calls “The only just Proprietor” of Nature. It is He who alike
“Gives its lustre to an insect’s wing,
And wheels his throne upon the rolling worlds.”
When He has enlightened the eye and touched the mortal ear—
“In that blest moment, Nature throwing wide
Her veil opaque, discloses with a smile
The Author of her beauties, who, retired
Behind his own creation, works unseen