Classic Poem

Can each be omnipresent, to perceive
What endless links the blended fabrick weave,
On every various consequence reflect,
Prepare each cause to yield the just effect,
Sum up the whole, and thence the whole connect?
O dotage! dreamers! who could once suppose
The passive mass its Maker should inclose,
And the formed clay its forming L ORD compose.
" Ye Atheists! if ye will be Atheists still,
" And will, no cause but this, because ye will;
" If stubborn, in your little reason's spight,
" Ye will judge wrong, because ye wo'nt judge right;
" Thus argue — Since the clue of boundless space
" Winds worlds on worlds, and wonders wonders trace;
" 'Tis Order above rule that guides the plan,
" And Wisdom, far beyond what wisdom can;
" The B OUNTY boundless, B EAUTY without end:
" And who'd believe a G OD , he cannot comprehend? "
For deep, indeed, the E TERNAL F OUNDER lies,
And high above his work the Maker flies:
Yet infinite that work, beyond our soar;
Beyond what Clarkes can prove, or Newtons can explore!
Its union as of numbers to the sound
Of minstrelsie, to heavenly rapture wound,
On harmony suspended, tunes the whole,
Thrills in our touch, and lives upon our soul;
Each note inclusive melody reveals,
Softening within the E TERNAL F INGER dwells,
Now sweetly melts, and now sublimely swells;
Yet relative each social note extends,
Throughout is blended, while throughout it blends
Symphonious, ecchoing the S UPREME'S design,
B EAUTY OF L OVE , and S YMMETRY D IVINE !