 A worm ! a God ! — I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost. At home -a, stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own. How Reason reels ! O what a miracle to man is man ! Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy!  The complaint; or, Night thoughts, on life, death, and immortality ... - Page 4by Edward Young - 1815 - 312 pagesFull view - About this book
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