Classic Poem

Whose omnipresence wakens doubtful peers,
Opens wisdom's apparent thrust-out years,
Beholds the laurels of love and grief,
Tells the deeper mind his onward thrive,
Acquaints us with mortals' amity
And frees our thoughts, but none to agree;
O simple sage, how can I feel thy praise
That e'en religion thou hast refrained
From purer densities, but ne'er to apprise
Which thou dost not amend to ordain.
And yet, nigh, doth treat beauty's graze
By lore's perfections, brought the wanderer
To exalt in peace and feign eternity's
Enriching seat, that infinity doth render.