For, even as a limestone cliff is an aggregate of countless shells,
One riddle concrete of many, a mystery compact of mysteries,
So God, cloud-capped in immensity, standeth the cohesion of all things,
And secrets, sublimely indistinct, permeate that Universe, Himself;
As is the whole, so are the parts, whether they be mighty or minute,
The sun is not more unexplained than the tissue of an emmet's wing.
Thus then, omnipresent Deity worketh His unbiassed mind,
A mind, one in moral, but infinitely multiplied in means:
And the uniform prudence of His will cometh to be counted law,
Till mutable man fancieth volition stirring in the potter's clay: