Things won't be seen if far too small or large,
When inside us, or it enclosed us in,
And as downriver we float on a barge,
So does a virus cruise along our vein;
We see not things that are minutely small,
Or, infinitely large, no edge appears,
Or, too far back, upon the cosmic wall,
Or, too near such as eyeglasses one wears;
We cannot see the thoughts conjured in minds,
Nor passion that's abiding in our hearts,
Nor wisdom, that a heart in loving finds,
Nor reasons why it stays or soon departs;
...... But things, that lie unseen, may yet be felt,
......Might with intuition be suitably dealt.
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