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Sweet interchange of rays, receiv’d, return'd; 700
And know, of all our supercilious race,
And fee; day's amiable fifter fends Her invitation, in the softest rays Of mitigated luftre; courts thy fight, Which suffers from her tyrant-brother's blaze. 7253 Night grants thee the full freedom of the skies, Nor rudely reprimands thy lifted eye ; With gain, and joy, she bribes thee to be wise. Night opes the noblest scenes, and sheds an awe,
Which gives those venerable scenes full weight, . 730
735 And admiration can inspire delight.
What speak I more, than I, This moment, feel; With pleasing ftupor first the soul is struck (Stupor ordained to make her truly wise!) Then into transport starting from her trance, 740 With love, and admiration, how the glows ! This gorgeous apparatus ! This display ! This oftentation of creative power ! This theatre !—what eye can take it in ? By what divine enchantment was it raisid,
745 For minds of the first magnitude to launch In endless speculation, and adore ? One fun by day, by night Ten thousand shine ; And light us deep into the Deity ;How boundless in magnificence and might! 750 O what a confluence of ethereal fires, Forin urns un-numbered, down the steep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my fight! Nor tarries there; I feel it at my heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts ; 755 Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies. Who sees it unexalted ? or unaw'd ? Who sees it, and can stop at what is seen ? Material offspring of Omnipotence!
Inanimate, all-animating birth!
760 Work worthy Him who made it! Worthy praise ! All praise! praise more than human ! nor deny'd Thy praise. Divine!_But though man, drown'd in neep, With-holds his homage, not alone I wake ; Bright legions swarm unseen, and fing, unheard 765 By mortal ear, the glorious Architect, In This His universal temple hung With lustres, with innumerable lights, That shed religion on the soul; at once, The Temple, and the Preacher ! O how loud 770 It calls devotion! genuine growth of night !
Devotion! daughter of astronomy ! An undevout astronomer is mad.
All things fpeak a God; but in the small, Men trace out Him; in great, He seizes man; 773 Seizes, and elevates, and wraps, and-fills With new inquiries, 'mid associates new. Tell me, ye stars! ye planets ! tell me, all Ye starr’d, and pianeted, inhabitants! What is it? What are these sons of wonder ? Say, proud arch, 780 (Within whose azure palaces they dwell) Built with divine ambition! in, disdain Of limit built! built in the taste of heaven! Vast concave! ample dome! wast thou design’d A meet apartment for the Deity ?
785 Not fo; That thought alone thy state impairs, Thy lofty finks, and shallows thy profound, And streightens thy difusive; dwarfs the whole, And makes an universe: an Orrery.
But when I drop mine eye, and look on man,
790 Thy right regain'd, thy grandeur is restor’d, O Nature! wide flies off the expanding round, As when whole magazines, at once, are fir’d, The fmitten air is hollow'd by the blow; The vast displofion diffipates the clouds
795 Shock'd æther's billows dash the distant skies ; Thus (but far more) th' expanding round flies off, And leaves a mighty void, a spacious womb, Might teem with new creation ; re-inflam'd Thy luminaries triumph, and assume
Sco Divinity themselves. Nor was it strange, Matter high-wrought to such surprizing pomp, Such godlike glory, stole the style of gods, From ages dark, obtuse, and steep'd in sense ; For, sure, to sense, they truly are divine;
8c5 And half-absolv'd idolatry from guilt; Nay, turn'd it into virtue. Such it was In those, who put forth all they had of man Unlost, to lift their thought, nor mounted higher ; But, weak of wings, on planets perch’d; and thought 810 What was their highest, must be their ader'd.
But 'They how weak, who could no higher mount? And are there, then, Lorenzo! Those, to whom Unseen, and Unexistent, are the same ? And if incomprehensible is join'd, Who dare pronounce it madness, to believe? Why has the mighty Builder thrown afide All measure in His work; stretch'd out His line So far, and spread amazement o'er the whole ?
Then (as He took delight in wide extremes), 820
How my mind, opening at this scene, imbibes