'tis Well Averred, A Scientific Faith's Absurd.

Lofty Designs Must Close In Like Effects.

Who Hears Music Feels His Solitude Peopled At Once.

Earth Being So Good, Would Heaven Seem Best?

How Strange Now, Looks The Life He Makes Us Lead; So Free We Seem, So Fettered Fast We Are!

Stung By The Splendour Of A Sudden Thought.