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Creation is great, and cannot be understood.— CARLYLE — Essays. Characteristics.

Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.— COWPER — The Task. Bk. V. L. 144.

From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: From harmony, to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.— DRYDEN — A Song for St. Cecilia's Day. L. 11.

Then tower'd the palace, then in awful state The temple rear'd its everlasting gate. No workman steel, no ponderous axes rung. Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung. S.— BISHOP HEBER — Palestine. L. 197.

Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood, The source of evil, one, and one of good.— HOMER — The Iliad. Bk. 24. L. 663. Bk. 24. L. 663.

Pope's trans Nature they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote.— LOWELL — Ode at the Harvard

Commemoration, July 21, 1865. VI. Open, ye heavens, your living doors; let in The great Creator from his work return'd Magnificent, his six days' work, a world!— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. VII. L. 566.

Though to recount almighty works What words of tongue or seraph can suffice, Or heart of man suffice to comprehend?— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. VII. L. 112.

What cause Moved the Creator in his holy rest Through all eternity so late to build In chaos, and, the work begun, how soon Absolved.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. VII. L. 90.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.— POPE — Essay on Man. Ep. I. L. 267.

No man saw the building of the New Jeruown. salem, the workmen crowded together, the unfinished walls and unpaved streets; no man heard the clink of trowel and pickaxe; it descended out of heaven from God.— SEELEY — Ecce Homo. Ch. XXIV.

Through knowledge we behold the world's creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature's cunning operation, How things she formed of a formeless mass.— SPENSER — Tears of the Muses. Urania. L. 499.

One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Conclusion.

Last Stanza. The chain that's fixed to the throne of Jove, On which the fabric of our world depends, One link dissolved, the whole creation ends.— EDMUND WALLER — Of the Danger His Majesty Escaped. L. 68.