And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.

Thou Great First Cause, least understood Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good And that myself am blind.

Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.

Father of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!