Not light us here; so Reason’s glimmering ray
Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way,
But guide us upward to a better day.
And as those nightly tapers disappear,
When day’s bright lord ascends our hemisphere;
So pale grows Reason, at Religion’s sight;
So dies, and so dissolves, in supernatural light.
Dryden.
Yet, since the effects of Providence, we find,
Are variously dispensed to human kind;