What makes it turn? A force that rest will not allow.
The movements of our bodies have no other source;—
The soul it is originates all vital force.105
The circulation of the air’s from an idea;
The millstone turns by water from the fields’ area.
The ebb and flow of tides, breath drawn, again expired,
Whence all? ’Tis life compels, diffused through all, respired.
The spirit ’tis decides what words our pen shall write;
Or peace, or war, or anything our minds indite.
To right, to left we go, e’en as the spirit wills;