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CONCLUSION. 



THE Universe, how vast ! exceeding far, 

 The bounds of human thought ; millions of suns 

 With their attendant worlds, moving around ; 

 Some common centre,. gravitation strange ! 

 Beyond the thought ot finite minds to scan. 

 Can HE, who in the highest heav'n sublime, 

 Enthron'd in glory, guides these mighty orbs, 

 Can HE behold this little spot of earth, 

 Lost midst the grandeur of the heav'nly host? 

 Can GOD bestow one thought on fall'n man ? 



Turn, child of ignorance and narrow views, 

 Thy wilder'd sight, from off these dazzling scenes ; 

 Turn to thy earth and trace the wonders there. 

 Who pencils, with variegated shade, 

 The lowly flower, that decks the rippling stream, 

 Or gorgeously attires the lily race? 

 Who, with attentive care, each year provides, 

 A germ to renovate the fading plant, 

 And gives soft show'rs, and vivifying warmth ; 

 Kindling within the embryo inert, 

 The little spark of life, unseen by all, 

 Save him who gave it, and with care preserved ? 

 Who teaches, when this principle of life 

 Thus animated, swells the germ within, 

 And bursts its tomb, rising to light and air ; 

 Who teaches root and stem to find their place, 

 Each one to seek its proper element ? 



Wh gilds the insect's wings and leads it forth 

 To feast on sweets, and bask in sunny ray ? 

 None could the life of plant or insect give ; 

 Save GOD alone, HE rules and watches all ; 

 Scorns not the least of all His works j much less 

 Man, made in his image, destin'd to exist, 

 When e'en yon brilliant worlds shall cease to be. 

 Then how should man rejoicing in his GOD, 

 Delight in His perfections, shadow'd forth 

 In every little flow'r, and blade of grass ! 

 Each opening bud, and care perfected seed, 

 Is as a page, where we may read of GOD. 



