Part of the Book of Job versified

Fond man, the vision of a moment made— Dream of a dream, and shadow of a shade; What worlds hast thou produc'd, what creatures fram'd? What insects cherish'd, that thy God is blam'd? When pain'd with hunger, the wild raven's brood Call upon God, importunate for food, Who hears their cry? Who grants their hoarse request, And stills the clamour of the craving nest? Who taught the hawk to find, in seasons wise, Perpetual summers and a change of skies? When clouds deform the year, she mounts the wind, Shoots to the south, nor fears the storm behind. The sun returning, she returns again, Lives in his beams, and leaves ill days to men. Am I a debtor? Hast thou ever heard Whence come the gifts that are on me confer'd? My lavish fruit a thousand vallies fills, And mine the herds that graze a thousand hills. Earth, sea and air, all nature is my own, And stars and sun are dust beneath my throne, And dar'st thou, with the world's great father vie, Thou who dost tremble at my creatures eye? Then the Chaldean eas'd his lab'ring breast, With full conviction of his crime opprest. Thou canst accomplish all things, Lord of might! And every thought is naked to thy sight— But oh! thy ways are wonderful, and lie Beyond the deepest reach of mortal eye. Oft have I heard of thine Almighty pow'r, But never saw thee till this dreadful hour. O'erwhelm'd with shame, the Lord of life I see, Abhor myself, and give my soul to thee. Nor shall my weakness tempt thine anger more, Man was not made to question, but adore.