SHOULD fate command me to the fartheft verge
Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, 101
Rivers unknown to fong; where first the sun
Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam
Flames on th' Atlantic ifles; 'tis nought to me :
Since GOD is ever present, ever felt,

In the void waste as in the city full;
And where He vital spreads there must be joy.
When even at laft the folemn hour fhall come,
And wing my myftic flight to future worlds,
I chearful will obey; there, with new powers,
Will rifing wonders fing: I cannot go
Where UNIVERSAL LOVE not fmiles around,
Suftaining all yon orbs, and all their fons

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From Seeming Evil ftill educing Good,

And Better thence again, and Better still,
In infinite progreffion.
Myfelf in HIM, in LIGHT INEFFABLE!

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But I lofe

Come then, expreffive filence, mufe HIS praise.

THE END.