The Ancient of Days -

A mind not to be changed by place or time

Can make night of day, blue out of grey

It’s still in the mind

What matter the game, if I still be the same

And what should I be, no less than he

Whom thunder hath made a little greater

What in me is dark

Illumine, what is low raise and support

What in me is dark

That to the highth of this great Argument

I may assert th’Eternal Existence

And justify the ways of God to men

He took the golden Compasses

prepar’d in Gods Eternal store

To circumscribe this Universe and all created things

One foot he center’d, the other turn’d

Round through the vast profundity obscure

And said, thus farr extend, thus farr thy bounds

This be thy just Circumference, o World.

The world destroyed and world restored

Where peace never dwells, hope never comes

Love comes to all

A place of rest, where providence guides

Hand in hand with wandering steps

Through Eden took our lonely way

What in me is dark

Illumine, what is low raise and support

What in me is dark

That to the highth of this great Argument

I may assert th’Eternal Existence

And justify the ways of God to men