Original - Duke Divinity School

How solid Waves to glassy Mountains grow,
While sunk beneath, the pining Waters flow?
Resolve, inquiring 35 Man, thy God demands;
Speak! Can’st thou loose Orion’s [frozen] Bands?
Can’st thou suspend the vast harmonious Frame?
Or stop on high each Orb of circling Flame?
Can’st thou arrest the Northern Stars that roll
In paler Fires around the gelid 36 Pole?
By me the Pleiads their sweet Course advance;
I bad Mazaroth lead the radiant Dance:
I mark the Period each bright Planet runs,
And guide Arcturus with his humid Sons.
Can mortal Ken pierce my mysterious Laws?
Or trace Effects to their remotest Cause?
Who in their Turn the Seasons can dispense,
And stand the Substitute of Providence?
Can thy strong Call unsluice the burthen’d Cloud,
Till Rains descending roll a rapid Flood?
Sudden can’st thou command the Light’ning’s Glare,
While forky Streams lick the retreating Air?
By whom are Souls to generous Arts refin’d?
Who molds the Heart, and cultivates the Mind?
Who frames the wond’rous Brain, the secret Cell,
Where Thought first dawns, and crude Ideas dwell;
Where rip’ning Judgment glimmers thro’ the Dark,
And slow calls 37 forth each intellectual Spark?
35 AM: “enquiring.”
36 AM: “frigid.”
37 AM: “casts.”
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