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CXXXIII.
[Nature, from our inclusions we discern]
Nature, from our inclusions we discernThy fitting adaptations, and with awe
See thee amenable to science, law,
Art, intellect and sentiment; and burn
With wonder as thy subtle ways we learn:
But if my feeble judgment do but draw
Me rightly towards the truth, herein some flaw
From the right track our wonderings doth turn:
For thou those and our Reason dost contain
By right of lordship far more excellent;
Seeing we are but drops of thy large Main,
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And not we thee, but thou dost us explain,
Through loftier laws of wider precedent.
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