But now at last the sacred influence
Of light appears, and from the walls of Heaven
Shoots far into the bosom of dim Night
A glimmering dawn. Here Nature first begins
Her fardest verge, and Chaos to retire,
As from her utmost works, a broken foe,
With tumult less and with less hostile din
John Milton, [1667 and 1671] PARADISE LOST, Second Book
Here Hills and Vales, the Woodland and the Plain,
Here Earth and Water seem to strive again,
Not Chaos-like together crush’d and bruis’d,
But as the world, harmoniously confus’d:
Where Order in Variety we see,
And where, tho' all things differ, all agree.
Pope, Windsor Forest