Whence the mind's ken by larger sweeps takes in
What seems confusion, looked at from below.
Till out of seeming chaos order grows,
In ever-widening orbs of law restrained,
And the Creation's mighty music flows
In perfect harmony, serene, sustained;
And from varieties of force and power,
A larger unity and larger still,
Broadens to view, till in some breathless hour
All force is known, grasped in a central Will,