He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all!

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 277.

All nature is but art, unknown to thee;

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;

All discord, harmony not understood;

All partial evil, universal good;

And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,

One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.[316:5]

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 289.

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