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Offended with my question, in full choir, I answered: The all-potent, sole, imAnswered, "To find thy God thou must look higher."
mense, Surpassing sense;
I asked myself what this great God might
That fashioned me.
Unspeakable, inscrutable, eternal,
The only terrible, strong, just, and true,
He is the well of life, for he doth give
Both breath and being; he is the Creator
Of all things that
I asked the world's great universal mass
Which with a mighty and strong voice And now, my God, by thine illumining replied, As stupefied, "I am not he, O man! for know that I By him on high Was fashioned first of nothing; thus instated
And swayed by him by whom I was created."
Earth, air, and fire.
Of all the heavenly host, or what earth
He keeps the scroll, and calls them by their names.
Thy glorious face
(So far forth as it may discovered be) Methinks I see;
And though invisible and infinite,
Thou, in thy mercy, justice, truth, ap-
In which, to our weak sense, thou comest nearest.
Stay for me there! I will not fail
'Tis true, with shame and grief I yield,
The thought of this bids me go on,
MARQUIS OF MONTROSE.
I'LL NEVER LOVE THEE MORE.
My dear and only love, I pray
Which virtuous souls abhor,
As Alexander I will reign,
He either fears his fate too much,
Whilst I do rest, my soul advance;
WHOE'ER she be,
That not impossible She
That shall command my heart and me;
Where'er she lie,
Locked up from mortal eye In shady leaves of destiny,
Till that ripe birth
Of studied Fate' stand forth,
Till that divine
Idea take a shrine
Of crystal flesh, through which to shine:
Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye called, my absent kisses.
I wish her beauty
That owes not all its duty
To gaudy tire, or glist'ring shoe-tie:
Something more than
Taffeta or tissue can,
Or rampant feather, or rich fan.