For him alone,  leads from gole to gole,
And opens still, and opens, on his Soul,
Till lengthen'd on to  and unconfin'd,
It pours the bliss that fills up all the mind.
He sees, why Nature plants in Man alone
Hope of known bliss, and Faith in bliss unknown?
(Nature, whose dictates to no other Kind
Are giv'n in vain, but what they seek they find)
Wise is the Present: she connects in this
His greatest  with his greatest
At once his own bright Prospect to be blest,
And strongest Motive to assist the rest.