Utilitarian, An
He is a slave to Science. He would pull
Great Heaven to pieces; and anatomise
Each fragment of its crystal battlements:
Weigh out its hymns; divide its light, and class
The radiant feathers of Archangels' wings.
Do we not know,—doth he not know, that still
Mysterious Wonder aye must reign above us;
Struggle howe'er we may? Doth he not know,
That Adoration and great Wonder, (like
Good deeds which bless the giver,) ever lift
The Soul above the dust, and strengthen us?
Great Heaven to pieces; and anatomise
Each fragment of its crystal battlements:
Weigh out its hymns; divide its light, and class
The radiant feathers of Archangels' wings.
Do we not know,—doth he not know, that still
Mysterious Wonder aye must reign above us;
Struggle howe'er we may? Doth he not know,
That Adoration and great Wonder, (like
Good deeds which bless the giver,) ever lift
The Soul above the dust, and strengthen us?
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