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Pan. I see a mighty darkness
Filling the seat of power, and rays of gloom
Dart round, as light from the meridian sun,
Ungazed upon and shapeless; neither limb,
Nor form, nor outline; yet we feel it is
A living Spirit.

Dem. Ask what thou wouldst know.

Asia. What canst thou tell?

Dem. All things thou dar'st demand.

Asia. Who made the living world?

Dem. God.

Asia. Who made all
That it contains? thought, passion, reason, will,
Imagination?

Dem. God: Almighty God.

Asia. Who made that sense which, when the winds of spring
In rarest visitation, or the voice
Of one belovèd heard in youth alone,
Fills the faint eyes with falling tears which dim
The radiant looks of unbewailing flowers,
And leaves this peopled earth a solitude
When it returns no more?

Dem. Merciful God.