If thou direct thy vision towards the God of Light.
In man’s esteem the world is vast, without an end;
With Power Infinite compared, a grain of sand.
The world’s around the soul a dismal prison-den.
Arise! Escape! Regain the fields at large! Be men!
The world is finite; He is infinite. Confide!
Earth’s forms and qualities God’s essence from us hide.
The million spears of Pharaoh, vaunting in his might,
By Moses’ wand were broken in th’ appointed night.215
And many sons of skill, for healing science famed,