His Mind alone is Kingly, who (though one)
But venerates of present Things or past
What he believeth Good; kneeling to none
Save God and Truth! Who, awed not by this vast
And shadowy Scheme of Life, but anchored fast
In Love, and sitting central, like the Sun
So gives his mental beams to pierce and run
Through all its Secrets, while his days may last.
And thus progressive, little faith hath he
For Mysteries, till sounding them, he hear
The gathered tones of their stirr’d depths agree
With that Religious Harmony severe,
Which anthems to his Spiritual ear
The invisible Presence of the Deity.
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