Maker of earth and sky, from age to age

Who rul’st the world by reason; at whose word

Time issues from Eternity’s abyss:

To all that moves the source of movement, fixed

Thyself and moveless. Thee no cause impelled

Extrinsic this proportioned frame to shape

From shapeless matter; but, deep-set within

Thy inmost being, the form of perfect good,