Which prompts them, by the unerring smell,
The appointed prey’s abode to tell;
Bore with long bill the investing mould,
And feel, and from the secret hold
Dislodge the reptile spoil! But who
Can look Creation’s volume through,
And not fresh proofs, at every turn,
Of the Creator’s mind discern:
The end to which his actions tend,
The means adapted to the end,