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58 Or acts but as it must and ought to act. Even the minutest molecule of light, That in an April sun-beam's fleeting glow Fulfills its destined, though invisible work, The universal Spirit guides; nor less, When merciless ambition, or mad zeal, Has led two hosts of dupes to battle-field, That, blind, they there may dig each other's graves, And call the sad work—glory, does it rule All passions: not a thought, a will, an act, No working of the tyrant's moody mind, Nor one misgiving of the slaves who boast Their servitude, to hide the shame they feel, Nor the events enchaining every will, That from the depths of unrecorded time Have drawn all-influencing virtue, pass Unrecognized, or unforeseen by thee, Soul of the Universe! eternal spring Of life and death, of happiness and woe. Of all that chequers the phantasmal scene That floats before our eyes in wavering light, Which gleams but on the darkness of our prison,
 * Whose chains and massy walls
 * We feel, but cannot see.

Spirit of Nature! all-sufficing Power, Necessity! thou mother of the world! Unlike the God of human error, thou Requirest no prayers or praises; the caprice Of man's weak will belongs no more to thee Than do the changeful passions of his breast