All are but parts of one stupendous whole, 

 Whose body Nature is, and God the soul; 



All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee; 



All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see; 



And spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite, 

 One truth is clear, Whatever is is Right. 



— Alex. Pope. 

 Essay on Man, Epistle I. 



