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
Lo, the sun;
Its glory flods the moon,
Which of a night shines in some turbid
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;