CONCLUSION. 
The Universe, how vast! exceeding far, 
The bounds of human thought ; millions of suns 
With their attendant Avorlds, moving around 
Some common centre, gravitation strange ! 
Beyond the thought of 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 ? 
Who 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 ; 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. 
