XLVI.

'And Reason, now, through Number, Time, and Space, 'Darts the keen lustre of her serious eye, 'And learns, from facts compared, the laws to trace, 'Whose long progression leads to Deity. 'Can mortal strength presume to soar so high? 'Can mortal sight, so oft bedimmed with tears, 'Such glory bear?--for lo, the shadows fly 'From Nature's face; Confusion disappears, 'And order charms the eyes, and harmony the ears.