In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity.

Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.

See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head! Philosophy, that lean'd on Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly!

So perish all who do the like again.

But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.

Never find fault with the absent.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.