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His fate, who yesterday did crawl
a worm from darkness deep,
And shall, with brother-worms, beneath
a turf, to-morrow sleep;
a worm from darkness deep,
And shall, with brother-worms, beneath
a turf, to-morrow sleep;
How mean!——— and yet, if well obey'd,
his mighty Master's call,
The whole creation for mean man
is deem'd a boon too small:
his mighty Master's call,
The whole creation for mean man
is deem'd a boon too small:
Too small the whole creation deem'd
for emmets in the dust!
Account amazing! yet most true;
my song is bold, yet just:
for emmets in the dust!
Account amazing! yet most true;
my song is bold, yet just:
Man born for infinite, in whom
no period can destroy
The pow'r, in exquisite extremes,
to suffer, or enjoy;
no period can destroy
The pow'r, in exquisite extremes,
to suffer, or enjoy;
Give him earth's empire (if no more)
he's beggar'd, and undone!
Imprison'd in unbounded space!
benighted by the sun!
he's beggar'd, and undone!
Imprison'd in unbounded space!
benighted by the sun!
For what the sun's meridian blaze
to the most feeble ray
Which glimmers from the distant dawn
of uncreated day?
to the most feeble ray
Which glimmers from the distant dawn
of uncreated day?
'Tis
