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My soul, which reads his hand as clear
in my minute affairs,
As in his ample manuscript
of sun, and moon, and stars;
in my minute affairs,
As in his ample manuscript
of sun, and moon, and stars;
And knows him not more bent aright
to wield that vast machine,
Than to correct one erring thought
in my small world within;
to wield that vast machine,
Than to correct one erring thought
in my small world within;
A world, that shall survive the fall
of all his wonders here;
Survive, when suns ten thousand drop,
and leave a darken'd sphere.
of all his wonders here;
Survive, when suns ten thousand drop,
and leave a darken'd sphere.
Yon matter gross, how bright it shines?
for time how great his care?
Sure spirit, and eternity
far richer-glories share;
for time how great his care?
Sure spirit, and eternity
far richer-glories share;
Let those our hearts impress, on those
our contemplation dwell;
On those my thoughts how justly thrown,
by what I now shall tell?
our contemplation dwell;
On those my thoughts how justly thrown,
by what I now shall tell?
When backward with attentive mind
life's labyrinth I trace,
I find him far myself beyond
propitious to my peace:
life's labyrinth I trace,
I find him far myself beyond
propitious to my peace:
Thro'
