All Nature is but art, unknown to thee

All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee;
All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see;
All Discord, Harmony not understood;
All partial Evil, universal Good:

And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite,
" One truth is clear, whatever is, is right."
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