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 Form one all-conscious Spirit, who directs With absolute ubiquity of thought All his component monads, that yet seem With various province and apt agency Each to pursue its own self-centering end. Some nurse the infant diamond in the mine; Some roll the genial juices thro' the oak; Some drive the mutinous clouds to clash in air; And rushing on the storm with whirlwind speed Yoke the red lightning to their vollying car. Thus these pursue their never-varying course, No eddy in their stream. Others more wild, With complex interests weaving human fates, Duteous or proud, alike obedient all, Evolve the process of eternal good.

And what if some rebellious, o'er dark realms Arrogate power? yet these train up to God, And on the rude eye unconfirm'd for day Flash meteor lights better than total gloom. As ere from Lieule-Oaive's vapoury head The