And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely fram'd, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of All?
The Eolian Harp, l. 44
And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely fram'd, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of All?
The Eolian Harp, l. 44