Immediate are the acts of God, more swift than time or motion.

The rising world of waters dark and deep.

Chaos umpire sits And by decision more embroils the fray by which he reigns: next him high arbiter Chance governs all.

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.

By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at a far distance, true colours and shapes.

Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.

So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.