Unseen, and Unexiftent, are the Same?
And if Incomprehenfible is join'd,

Who dare pronounce it Madness, to believe?
Why has the Mighty BUILDER thrown aside
All Measure in His Work; ftretch'd out his Line
So far, and fpread Amazement o'er the Whole?
Then (as He took Delight in wide Extremes),
Deep in the Bofom of his Universe,

Dropt down that reajoning Mite, that Infect, Man,
To crawl, and gaze, and wonder at the Scene?-
That Man might ne'er prefume to plead Amazement
For Disbelief of Wonders in Himself.

Shall GOD be less miraculous, than what
His Hand has form'd? Shall Mysteries defcend
From Un-mysterious? Things more Elevate,
Be more familiar? Uncreated lie

More obvious than Created, to the Grafp
Of human Thought? The more of Wonderful
Is heard in Him, the more we should affent.
Could we conceive Him, GOD He could not be;
Or He not GOD, or we could not be Men.
A GOD alone can comprehend a GOD;
Man's Distance how immenfe! On fuch a Theme,
Know This, LORENZO! (feem it ne'er fo ftrange)
Nothing can fatisfy, but what confounds;
Nothing, but what aftonishes, is true.

The Scene thou feeft attefts the Truth I fing,

And ev'ry Star fheds Light upon thy Creed.
These Stars, this Furniture, this Coft of Heaven,

If

If but reported, thou had'ft ne'er believ'd;

But thine Eye tells thee, the Romance is true.
The Grand of Nature is th'Almighty's Oath,
In Reafon's Court, to filence Unbelief.

How my Mind, op'ning at this Scene, imbibes The moral Emanations of the Skies,

While nought, perhaps, LORENZO lefs admires!
Has the Great Sov'reign fent Ten thousand Worlds,
To tell us, He refides above them All,
In Glory's unapproachable Recefs?

And dare Earth's bold Inhabitants deny
The fumptuous, the magnific Embassy

A Moment's Audience? Turn we, nor will hear
From whom they come, or what they would impart
For Man's Emolument; fole Cause that stoops
Their Grandeur to Man's Eye? LORENZO! rouse;
Let Thought, awaken'd, take the Lightning's Wing,
And glance from East to Weft, from Pole to Pole.
Who fees, but is confounded, or convinc'd?
Renounces Reason, or a GOD adores ?

Mankind was fent into the World to fee:
Sight gives the Science needful to their Peace;
That obvious Science afks fmall Learning's Aid.
Wouldst thou on Metaphyfic Pinions foar?
Or wound thy Patience amid Logic Thorns?
Or travel History's enormous Round?
Nature no fuch hard Tafk injoins: She gave
A Make to Man directive of his Thought;

A Make set upright, pointing to the Stars,

As who should say, "Read thy chief Leffon there."
Too late to read this Manufcript of Heaven,
When, like a Parchment-Scroll, fhrunk up by Flames,
It folds LORENZo's Leffon from his Sight.

Leffon how various! Not the GOD alone,
I fee his Minifters; I fee, diffus'd
In radiant Orders, Effences fublime,
Of various Offices, of various Plume,
In heav'nly Liveries, diftinctly, clad,

Azure, Green, Purple, Pearl, or downy Gold,
Or all commix'd; they stand, with Wings outfpread,
Lift'ning to catch the Master's leaft Command,
And fly thro' Nature, ere the Moment ends
Numbers innumerable !-Well conceiv'd
By Fagan, and by Chriftian! O'er each Sphere
Prefides an Angel, to direct its Course,
And feed, or fan, its Flames; or to discharge
Other high Truft unknown. For who can fee
Such Pomp of Matter, and imagine, Mind,
For which alone Inanimate was made,
More fparingly difpens'd; That nobler Son,
Far liker the great SIRE!-'Tis thus the Skies
Inform us of Superiors numberlefs,

As much, in Excellence, above Mankind,

As above Earth, in Magnitude, the Spheres.
Thefe, as a Cloud of Witneffes, hang o'er us;
In a throng'd Theatre are all our Deeds;

Perhaps,

Perhaps, a Thoufand Demigods defcend

On ev'ry Beam we fee, to walk with Men.
Awful Reflection! Strong Restraint from Ill!

Yet, here, our Virtue finds ftill ftronger Aid
From these ethereal Glories Senfe furveys.
Something, like Magic, ftrikes from this blue Vault;
With just Attention is it view'd? We feel
A fudden Succour, un-implor'd, un-thought;
Nature herself does Half the Work of Man.
Seas, Rivers, Mountains, Forefts, Deferts, Rocks,
The Promontory's Height, the Depth profound
Of fubterranean, excavated Grots,

Black-brow'd, and vaulted-high, and yawning wide
From Nature's Structure, or the Scoop of Time;
If ample of Dimenfion, vaft of Size,

Ev'n These an aggrandizing Impulse give;
Of folemn Thought enthufiaftic Heights
Ev'n Thefe infufe.-But what of Vaft in These?
Nothing;-or we must own the Skies forgot.
Much less in Art.-Vain Art! Thou Pygmy-Power!
How doft thou fwell, and strut, with human Pride,
To fhew thy Littleness! What childish Toys,
Thy watry Columns fquirted to the Clouds!
Thy bafon'd River", and imprison'd Seas!
Thy Mountains molded into Forms of Men!
Thy Hundred-gated Capitals! Or Thofe
Where Three Days Travel left us much to ride;
Gazing on Miracles by Mortals wrought,

Arches triumphal, Theatres immense,

Or nodding Gardens pendent in Mid-Air!

Or Temples proud to meet their GoDS Half-way!
Yet Thefe affect us in no common Kind.
What then the Force of fuch fuperior Scenes?
Enter a Temple, it will ftrike an Awe :

What Awe from This the DEITY has built?
A Good Man feen, tho' filent, Counsel gives:
The touch'd Spectator wishes to be Wife:
In a bright Mirror His own Hands have made,
Here we fee Something like the Face of GOD.
Seems it not then enough, to fay, LORENZO !
To Man abandon'd, "Haft thou feen the Skies ?"

And yet, fo thwarted Nature's kind Defign
By daring Man, he makes her facred Awe
(That Guard from Ill) his Shelter, his Temptation
To more than common Guilt, and quite inverts
Celestial Art's Intent., The trembling Stars
See Crimes gigantic, ftalking thro' the Gloom
With Front erect, that hide their Head by Day,
And making Night ftill darker by their Deeds.
Slumb'ring in Covert, till the Shades descend,
Ropine and Murder, link'd, now prowl for Prey.
The Mifer earths his Treafure; and the Thief,
Watching the Mole, half-beggars him ere Morn.
Now Plots, and foul Confpiracies, awake;

And, muffling up their Horrors from the Moon,
Havock and Devaftation they prepare,

And