or if sion hill delight thee more and siloa’s brook that flowed

fast by the oracle of zeus, the loud-thunderer; i thence

invoke thy aid to my adventurous song,

that with no middle flight intends to soar

above the ionian mount, while it pursues

things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme

and chiefly though oh spirit, that dost prefer

before all temples the upright heart and pure,

instruct me, for though knowest; darling you cater

fully for those forsaken;

thou from the first wast present, and with

mighty wings outspread, dove-like sat’s brooding

on the vast abyss, and mad’st it pregnant:

what in me is dark illumine, what is low

raise and support; that to the height

of this great argument i may assert

eternal providence,

and justify the ways of nature to man

life does not make sense looking forward,

however it connects seamlessly looking backwards