And I midst scenes like these—the mighty thought
O’erwhelms me—I am nought, or less than nought.
And science tells me that each twinkling star
That smiles above us is a peopled sphere,
Or central sun, diffusing light afar;
A link of nature’s chain:—and there, even there,
The Godhead shines displayed—in love and light,
Creating wisdom—all-directing might.
Where are thy secret laws, O Nature, where?
In wintry realms thy dazzling torches blaze,