Yes! as a drop of water in the sea,
All this magnificence in Thee is lost-
What are ten thousand worlds compared to
Thee?

And what am I then?' Heaven's unnumber'd host,

Though multiplied by myriads, and arrayed
In all the glory of sublimest thought,
Is but an atom in the balance weighed
Against Thy greatness, is a cipher brought
Against infinity! What am I then? Nought!

Filled me with an immortal soul, to spring
Over the abyss of death, and bade it wear
The garments of eternal day, and wing
Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere,
Even to its source-to Thee-its Author
there.

O thoughts ineffable! O visions blest! Though worthless our conceptions all of

Thee,

Yet shall thy shadowed image fill our breast, And waft its homage to thy Deity,