XLVII.

"And reason now through number, time, and space, Darts the keen lustre of her serious eye, And learns from facts compar'd, the laws to trace, Whose long progression leads to Deity. Can mortal strength presume to soar so high! Can mortal sight, so oft bedimm'd with tears, Such glory bear!--for lo, the shadows fly From Nature's face; confusion disappears, And order charms the eye, and harmony the ears.