ON THE UNIFORMITY AND PERFECTION OF NATURE by Phillip Freneau, Poet of the American Revolution On one fixed point all Nature moves, Nor deviates from the track she loves; Her system, drawn from Reasons source, She scorns to change her wonted course. Could she descend from that great plan To work unusual things for man, To suit the insect of an hour-- This would betray a want of power, Unsettled in its first design And erring, when it did combine The parts that form the vast machine, The figures sketchd on Natures scene, Perfections of the great first cause Submit to no contracted laws, But all-sufficient, all-supreme, Include no trivial views in them. Who looks through Nature with an eye That would the scheme of heaven descry, Observes her constant, still the same, In all her laws, through all her frame. No imperfections can be found In all that is, above, around,-- All, Nature made, in Reasons sight Is order all, and all is right. 1815
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