The Transcendent Function and the Forming Ego

When silent I … did in a Chaos ly,

How could I Smiles, or Tears,

Or Lips, or Hands, or Eys, or Ears perceiv?

Welcom ye Treasures which I now receiv.

A Stranger here

Strange things doth meet, strange Glory see.

Strange Treasures lodg'd in this fair World appear,

Strange all and New to me:

But that they Mine should be who Nothing was,

That strangest is of all; yet brought to pass.