604 ANIMACULES. 



To frame a world, who cannot frame a clod ? — 



Not to know thee, is not to know ourselves— 

 Is to know nothing — nothing worth the care 

 Of man's exalted spirit — All becomes, 

 Without thy ray divine, one dreary gloom ; 

 Where lurk the monsters of fantastic brains, 

 Order bereft of thought, uncaus'd effects, 

 F?.te freely acting, and unerrring chance. 

 Where meanless matter to a chaos sinks, 

 Or something lower still ; for without thee 

 It crumbles into atoms void of force, 

 'Void of resistance — it eludes our thought. 

 Where laws eternal to the varying code 

 Of self-love dwindle. Interest, passion, whim, 

 Take place of right and wrong ; the golden chafer 

 Of beings melts away, and the mind's eye 

 Sees nothing but the present. All beyond 

 Is risionary guess — is dream — is death. 



FINIS, 



