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82 I see a mighty darkness Filling the seat of power, and rays of gloom Dart round, as light from the meridian sun, Ungazed upon and shapeless; neither limb, Nor form, nor outline; yet we feel it is A living Spirit.

Ask what thou wouldst know.

What canst thou tell?

All things thou dar'st demand.

Who made the living world?

God.

Who made all That it contains? thought, passion, reason, will, Imagination?

God: Almighty God.

Who made that sense which, when the winds of spring In rarest visitation, or the voice Of one belovèd heard in youth alone, Fills the faint eyes with falling tears which dim The radiant looks of unbewailing flowers, And leaves this peopled earth a solitude When it returns no more?

Merciful God.