What eye can pierce the depth of his designs?

From that all-perfect Being came not ill:

And came it from no other, for he’s lord:

Yet it exists. O stern and numbing truth!

O wondrous mingling of diversities!

A God came down to lift our stricken race:

He visited the earth, and changed it not!

One sophist says he had not power to change;

“He had,” another cries, “but willed it not:

In time he will, no doubt.” And, while they prate,