What 's under! Let loose—? draw! In regular stripes
Lies plain, at one pressure, your poem—touched, tinted,
Turned out to perfection! The sheet, late a blank,
Filled—ready for reading,—not written but Printed!
Omniscient omnipotent God, thee I thank,
Thee ever, thee only!—thy creature that shrank
From no task thou, Creator, imposedst! Creation
Revealed me no object, from insect to Man,
But bore thy hand's impress: earth glowed with salvation:
"Hast sinned? Be thou saved, Fust! Continue my plan,