"From God derived, to God by nature joined, We act the dictates of His mighty mind: And though the priests are mute and temples still, God never wants a voice to speak His will. When first we from the teeming womb were brought, With in-born precepts then our souls were fraught, And then the Maker His new creatures taught. Then when He formed and gave us to be men, He gave us all our useful knowledge, then. Canst thou believe, the vast eternal mind Was e'er to Syrts and Libyan sands confined? That He would choose this waste, this barren ground, To teach the thin inhabitants around, And leave His truth in wilds and deserts drowned? Is there a place that God would choose to love Beyond this earth, the seas, yon heaven above, And virtuous minds, the noblest throne for Jove? Why seek we further then? Behold around How all thou see'st does with the God abound, Jove is alike in all, and always to be found. Let those weak minds, who live in doubt and fear, To juggling priests for oracles repair; One certain hour of death to each decreed, My fixed, my certain soul from doubt has freed. The coward and the brave are doomed to fall; And when Jove told this truth, he told us all."