"Come, to the beaming GOD your Hearts unfold!
" Draw from its Fountain Life! 'Tis thence, alone,
"We can excel. Up from unfeeling Mold,
" To Seraphs burning round th'ALMIGHTY'S Throne,
"Life rising still on Life, in higher Tone,
" Perfection forms, and with Perfection Bliss.
"In Universal Nature This clear shewn,
" Not needeth Proof: To prove it were, I wis,
"To prove the beauteous World excels the brute Abyss.