The vulgar stare; amazement is their joy,
And mystic faith, a fond sequacious herd!
But scrutinous  looks deep,
With piercing eye, into the latent cause;
Nor can she swallow what she does not see.
With thee, serene  with thee,
And thy high praises, let me crown my song!
Effusive source of evidence, and truth!
A lustre shedding o'er th' ennobled mind,
Stronger than summer-noon; and pure as that,
Whose mild vibrations sooth the parted soul,
New to the dawning of coelestial day.
Hence thro' her nourish'd powers, enlarg'd by thee,
She soaring spurns, with elevated pride,
The tangling mass of cares, and low desires,
That bind the fluttering croud; and, angel-wing'd,
The heights of Science, and of Virtue gains,
Where all his calm and clear; with Nature round
Or in the starry regions, or th' abyss,
To Reason's, and to fancy's eye display'd:
The  up-tracing from the vast inane,
The chain of causes and effects to
Who, all-sustaining, in himself, alone
Possesses ; while the  receives
The whole magnificence of heaven and earth.
And every beauty, delicate or bold,
Obvious or more remote, with livelier sense,
A world swift-painted on th' attentive mind.