“Oh teach the mind t' aetherial heights to rise,And view familiar, in its native skies,Thy source of good; thy splendor to descry,And on thy self, undazled, fix her eye.Oh quicken this dull mass of mortal clay;Shine through the soul, and drive its clouds away!For thou art Light. In thee the righteous findCalm rest, and soft serenity of mind;Thee they regard alone; to thee they tend;At once our great original and end,At once our means, our end, our guide, our way,Our utmost bound, and our eternal stay!”