That man is truly great, and he alone 
 Who venerates, of present things or past 
The absolute only,?is the liege of none 
 Save God and truth; who, awed not by this vast 
 And shadowy scheme of life, but anchored fast 
In love, and sitting central like the sun, 
So gives his mental beams to pierce and run 
 Through all its secrets while his days may last. 
While thus progressive, little faith has he 
 For mysteries, till, sounding them, he hear 
The gathered tones of their stirred depths agree 
 With that religious harmony severe, 
 Which ever anthems to his spirit?s ear 
The hallowing presence of the Deity.