Sonnet Lxiv:

LXIV Roll the grand harmonies which finite mind Can neither reason of nor understand, Thou instrument, on which a higher hand Plays the vast prelude that had strength to bind The circling stars, the ocean and the wind, When the creative spirit's first command Moved on through heaven and over sea and land As earth emerged from chaos blank and blind! O humble creature, burn not to aspire, But lowly to the hidden law incline; And of thy duty neither stint nore tire. Fulfill thy mission to thy Lord's design; Make glad the common way and household fire: A higher lot hereafter may be thine.