O Thou! whose power o'er moving worlds presides, <br />Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides, <br />On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, <br />And cheer the clouded mind with light divine. <br />'Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast <br />With silent confidence and holy rest; <br />From thee, great God! we spring; to thee we bend; <br />Path, motive, guide, original, and end.<br /><br />Samuel Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-boethius/
