In vain would Vice her works in night conceal,

For Wisdom's eye pervades the sable veil.

Artists may paint the sun's effulgent rays,

But Amory's pen the brighter God displays:

While his great works in Amory's pages shine,

And while he proves his essence all divine,

The Atheist sure no more can boast aloud

Of chance, or nature, and exclude the God;