Let never narrow hearts the haste arraign He knows what is in man, nor to his art Are chaos and creation far apart. There's but a word between! Be that word giv'n, Your sinful soul shall be a saint of heaven. And with his Maker pitch his tent more sweet, More firm, with these dark clouds beneath his feet. Act III. Scene 2. GAMBOLD. THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE BUTTERFLY. "All thy works praise thee, O Lord." Psalm cxlv. 10. "To see all things in God" has been accounted one of the peculiar privileges of a future state; and in this present life, "to see God in all things." In the mirror of the creation to behold and adore the reflected glory of the Creator, is no mean attainment; and it possesses this advan |