Of this light, Eternal, double, kindled was thy spright Eternally, who is with thee the same, All-holy gift, ambassador, knot, flame. Most sacred Triad! O most holy One! Unprocreate Father, ever procreate Son, Ghost breath’d from both, you were, are, aye shall be, Most blessed, three in one, and one in three, Incomprehensible by reachless height, And unperceived by excessive light. · · · · · So, though unlike, the planet of the days, So soon as he was made, begat his rays, Which are his offspring, and from both was hurl’d The rosy light which comfort doth the world, And none forewent another; so the spring The well-head, and the stream which they forth bring, Are but one selfsame essence, nor in aught Do differ, save in order, and our thought No chime of time discerns in them to fall, But three distinctly bide one essence all.” (ll. 99–142.) From this point on to the close, the “Hymn” celebrates the glory of God in his works. Drummond possessed an imagination that delighted as Milton’s did in the contemplation of the universe as a vast mechanical scheme of sun and planets. (ll. 180–232.) His philosophic mind, however, led him to conceive of nature in the manner of the Platonists. God, or true being, according to Plotinus is a unity, everywhere present (“Enneads,” VI. v. 4); and matter, the other extreme of his philosophy, is an empty show, a shadow in a mirror. (“Enneads,” III. vi. 7.) In closing the account of the works of God, Drummond thus writes: “Whole and entire, all in thyself thou art, All-where diffus’d, yet of this All no part; For infinite, in making this fair frame, Great without quantity, in all thou came, And filling all, how can thy state admit Or place or substance to be said of it? · · · · · Were but one hour this world disjoin’d from thee, It in one hour to nought reduc’d should be, For it thy shadow is; and can they last, If sever’d from the substances them cast?” (ll. 285–298.)