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 What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam; Of smell the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green: Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles thro' the vernal wood: The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line: In the nice bee what sense so subtly true, From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew; How instinct varies in the grov'ling swine, Compar'd, half-reas'ning elephant, with thine! 'Twixt that and reason what a nice barrier; For ever sep'rate, yet for ever near! Remembrance and reflection how ally'd; What thin partitions sense from thought divide; And middle natures how they long to join, Yet never pass th' insuperable line! Without this just gradation, could they be Subjected these to those, or all to thee? The pow'rs of all subdu'd by thee alone, Is not thy reason all these pow'rs in one? thro' the air, this ocean, and this earth, All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high progressive life may go! Around, how wide! how deep extend below! Vast chain of being, which from began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man,