An all-pervading Spirit, upon whom
Our dark foundations rest, could he design
That this[384] magnificent effect of power,
The earth we tread, the sky that[385] we behold
By day, and all the pomp which night reveals;
That these—and that superior mystery
Our vital frame, so fearfully devised,
And the dread soul within it—should exist
Only to be examined, pondered, searched,
Probed, vexed, and criticised?[FR]—Accuse me not