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 Fair modulated in each several soul To many-functioned organs of one Will, Whose sovran Being who prevails to kill? We may expand our being to embrace, And mirror all therein of every race; Each is himself by universal grace. Dying is self-fulfilment; and we cherish His life, who, wanting ours, would wholly perish. The Father may not be without the Son; No love, will, knowledge, were for Him alone. And change is naught Save at the bar of a sole personal thought, Enthroned for judgment, summoning past time With present, hearing now concordant rhyme, Now variance among voices vanishing, That so win semblance of substantial thing. But how conceive that there may ever be Change in the nerve of change, our known identity?

If we, poor worms, involved in our own cloud, Deem the wide world lies darkling in a shroud, Raving the earth holds no felicity, One child's clear laughter may rebuke the lie, A lark's light rapture soaring in the blue, Or rainbow radiant from a drop of dew!

Nor let a low-born Sense usurp the rule, Who is but handmaid in a loftier school,