None marvels why upon the shore The storm-lashed breakers beat, Nor why the frost-bound glaciers melt At summer’s fervent heat; For here the cause seems plain and clear, Only what’s dark and hid we fear.

Weak-minded folly magnifies All that is rare and strange, And the dull herd’s o’erwhelmed with awe At unexpected change. But wonder leaves enlightened minds, When ignorance no longer blinds.

“True,” said I; “but, since it is thy office to unfold the hidden cause of things, and explain principles veiled in darkness, inform me, I pray thee, of thine own conclusions in this matter, since the marvel of it is what more than aught else disturbs my mind.”