Falls he, who falls, for ever?—Power supreme
Pardon the aspiring thoughts that would presume
To pierce the veil which shrowds from mortal eye
The wonders of thy realms! Enough, to know
That Thou art Lord! Thy universal love
Pervades Creation; on each living form
Showers down its proper happiness; and, when guilt
Wakes thy reluctant vengeance, stays the bolt
Of wrath, and pales its mitigated fire!”[139]