This terror, then, this darkness of the mind,
Not sunrise with its flaring spokes of light,
Nor glittering arrows of morning can disperse,
But only Nature’s aspect and her law,
Which, teaching us, hath this exordium:
Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.
On the Nature of Things by Lucretious was an epic poem to reason.
Other than the misspelling, absolutely—Lucretius (Titus Lucretius Carus)
On the Nature of Things:
A highlight: