An honest deist, where the gospel shines,
Matured to nobler, in the christian ends.
Young.
If weak thy faith, why choose the harder side?
We nothing know but what is marvellous;
Yet what is marvellous, we can’t believe.
So weak our reason, and so great our God,
What most surprises in the sacred page,
Or full as strange, or stranger, must be true.
Faith is not reason’s labour, but repose.