Go, demand 



Of mighty Nature, if 'twas ever meant 

 That we should pry far off and be unraised, 

 That we should pore, and dwindle as we pore, 

 Viewing all objects unremittingly 

 In disconnexion dead and spiritless; 

 And still dividing, and dividing still, 

 Break down all grandeur, still unsatisfied 

 With the perverse attempt, while littleness 

 May yet become more little; waging thus 

 An impious warfare 'gainst the very life 

 Of our own souls. 



WORDSWORTH. Excursion, B. iv. 



