There is no word in any tongue, No array, no form of symbol, To tell his inftuation Who would prove ^define the scope and purpose of God.            —— Mostly this we have of God: we have Man— Lo, the sun; Its glory flods the moon, Which of a night shines in some turbid pool, Shaken by soughing winds; And there are sparkles mad and tossed and broken, And their archetype is the Sun.              ——- Of God I know not; But this I know, I can comprehend no being more wonderful that Man;