Undimm’d by doubt, nor veil’d by fear,
Behold a chain of wonders rise—
Gaze on the noon-beam of the skies,
Transcendant, pure, and clear!
E’en now, the fair, the good, the true,
From mortal sight conceal’d,
Bless in one blaze thy raptured view,
In light reveal’d!
If here the lore of distant time,
And learning’s flowers, were all thine own;