Near, though remote! and, though unfathom'd, felt! 2200 And, though invisible, for ever seen! And seen in all! the great and the minute: Each globe above, with its gigantic race, Each flower, each leaf, with its small people swarm'd, (Those puny vouchers of Omnipotence!) To the first thought, that asks, 'From whence?' declare Their common source. Thou Fountain, running o'er In rivers of communicated joy! Who gavest us speech for far, far humbler themes! Say, by what name shall I presume to call 2210 Him I see burning in these countless suns, As Moses, in the bush? Illustrious Mind! The whole creation, less, far less, to Thee, Than that to the creation's ample round. 2214 How shall I name Thee?--How my labouring soul Heaves underneath the thought, too big for birth! "Great System of perfections! Mighty Cause Of causes mighty! Cause uncaused! sole Root Of nature, that luxuriant growth of God! First Father of effects! that progeny Of endless series; where the golden chain's Last link admits a period, who can tell? 2222 Father of all that is or heard, or hears! Father of all that is or seen, or sees! Father of all that is, or shall arise! Father of this immeasurable mass Of matter multiform; or dense, or rare; Opaque, or lucid; rapid, or at rest; Minute, or passing bound! in each extreme Of like amaze, and mystery, to man. 2230 Father of these bright millions of the night! Of which the least full godhead had proclaim'd, And thrown the gazer on his knee--or, say, Is appellation higher still, Thy choice? Father of matter's temporary lords! Father of spirits! nobler offspring! sparks Of high paternal glory; rich endow'd With various measures, and with various modes Of instinct, reason, intuition; beams More pale, or bright from day divine, to break 2240 The dark of matter organized (the ware Of all created spirit); beams, that rise Each over other in superior light, Till the last ripens into lustre strong, Of next approach to Godhead. Father fond (Far fonder than e'er bore that name on earth) Of intellectual beings! beings bless'd With powers to please Thee; not of passive ply 2248 To laws they know not; beings lodged in seats Of well-adapted joys, in different domes Of this imperial palace for thy sons; Of this proud, populous, well policied, Though boundless habitation, plann'd by Thee: Whose several clans their several climates suit; And transposition, doubtless, would destroy. Or, oh! indulge, immortal King, indulge A title, less august indeed, but more Endearing; ah! how sweet in human ears! Sweet in our ears, and triumph in our hearts! Father of immortality to man! 2260 A theme that lately[74] set my soul on fire.--