I have to say, by far too queer for me,
Are lips which speak of mindless universe,
When these did know that none is there to see,
Had happenstance, by chance, been the adverse;
As planets do behave within a law:
As water flows on course a river gives,
And moon proceeds to wax without a flaw:
Who ordered what the universe believes?
I find the least horse sense where man should hold,
That things go on randomly on their own,
Just to appear as though sparks from the cold,
Like cars that form from heaps where parts are thrown;
.....For there exists, due order to obey,
.....Tis folly to miss what all these convey.
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