Man, the microcosm . rn boast,By revelation of the Holy Ghost ; THE MICROCOSM, 19 In correspondence, literally exactWith geologic inference and fact,Oerwhelmed with fear and wonder, hear him speak :* O Omnipresent One ! in vain I seekTo bound Thy being, get beyond Thee, goWhere Thou, the Infinite, art not,— Oh, no !If I ascend to heaven, I find Thee ; or in hellI make my bed, I find Thee there as well ;There is no hiding place from Thee ; yea, in the darkThou seest me, nor needst the sun—that sparkWhich the insufferable splendor of Thine eyeDid kindle—to reveal me or descry ;Thou hast possesse
Man, the microcosm . rn boast,By revelation of the Holy Ghost ; THE MICROCOSM, 19 In correspondence, literally exactWith geologic inference and fact,Oerwhelmed with fear and wonder, hear him speak :* O Omnipresent One ! in vain I seekTo bound Thy being, get beyond Thee, goWhere Thou, the Infinite, art not,— Oh, no !If I ascend to heaven, I find Thee ; or in hellI make my bed, I find Thee there as well ;There is no hiding place from Thee ; yea, in the darkThou seest me, nor needst the sun—that sparkWhich the insufferable splendor of Thine eyeDid kindle—to reveal me or descry ;Thou hast possessed my reins ; didst give me room,Growth and development in my mothers womb ;My substance was not hid from Thee, when IWas made in secret, and was curiouslyIn the earths lowest parts and strata wrought ;My perfect whole, was present to Thy thoughtWhile yet imperfect, and, in Natures bookMy members were prefigured ; each thing tookMy embryonic likeness ; fishs virtue of relationship and kin, * Psalm APOLLO the Original Statue. THE MICROCOSM. 21 Proclaim thee ruler, destined to command. A little lower than the angels made, Dominion, glory, worship on thee laid, I praise not thee, but honor and applaud The handiwork and masterpiece of God. Fearful and w^onderful, and all divine, Where two worlds mingle, and two lives combine— A dual body, and a dual soul. Touching eternity at either pole— The tides of being, circling swift or slow, Tvveen mystic banks that ever overflow, Exist not severed from the Fountain-head, But whence they rise, eternally are fed : Our springs are all in God; from Him we drink, Live, move, and have our being, feel and think. Christian Science. I value Science—none can prize it more—It gives ten thousand motives to it religious, as it ought to heart it humbles, and it bows the knee;What time it lays the breast of Nature bare,Discerns Gods fingers working everywhere ;In the vast sweep of all embracing l
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