Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar;Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore.What future bliss, he gives not thee to know,But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.

Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night:God said, Let Newton be! and all was light.

Natura și legile Naturii zăceau ascunse în beznă: Dumnezeu a spus să fie Newton! și s-a făcut lumină

Presumptuous Man! the reason wouldst thou find,Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind?First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less!Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are madeTaller or stronger than the weeds they shade?Or ask of yonder argent fields above,Why Jove's Satellites are less than Jove?

To Him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects and equals all!

Lo! the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way.

Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel.

Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.