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These doctors ne'er were pension’d to deceive thee; 1000
And what more true? What truth of greater weight?
And, like a master, judges pot amifs.
1030 Hence greatly pleas'd, and justly proud, the foul Grows conscious of her birth celestial; breathés More life, more vigour, in her native air; And feels herself at home amongst the stars ; And, feeling, emulates her country's praise. 1035
What call we, then, the firmament, Lorenzo As Earth the body, since, the Skies sustain The foul with food, that gives immortal life, Call it, The noble pasture of the Mind; Which there expatiates, strengthens, and exults, 1040 And riots through the luxuries of thought. Call it, The Garden of the Deity, Blossom’d with stars, redundant in the growth Of fruit ambrosial; moral fruit to man. Call it, The breast-plate of the true High-priest, 1045 Ardent with gems oracular, that give, In points of highest moment, right response ; And ill neglected, if we prize our peace.
Thus, have we found a true astrology ; Thus, have we found a new, and noble fense,
Bafiile thy Tutor : Grandeur all thy aim ? 1060
And more divine than These, thou canst not see.
Lorenzo ! much of Moral hast thou feen.
To prudent pomp, magnificently wise,
1090 How rich the prospect ! and for ever new ! And newest to the man that views it most; For newer still in infinite fucceeds. Then, these aërial racers, O how swift! How the shaft loiters from the strongest string ! 1095 Spirit alone can distance the career. Orb above orb ascending without end ! Circle in circle, without end, inclos'd! Wheel, within wheel; Ezekiel ! like to thine ! Like thine, it seems a vision or a dream ; Though seen, we labour to believe it true! What involution! what extent! what swarms Of worlds, that laugh at Earth! immensely great ! Immensely distant from each other's spheres ! What, then, the wondrous Space through which they roll ?
I105 At once it quite ingulphs all human thought; 'Tis comprehension's absolute defeat.
Nor think thou feest a wild disorder here; Through this illu trious chaos to the fight, Arrangement neat, and chastest order, reign. The path prescrib’d, inviolably kept, Upbraids the lawless fallies of mankind. Worlds, ever thwarting, never interfere; What knots are ty’d! How soon are they dissolv'd, And set the seeming marry'd planets free! I115 They rove for ever, without error rove ; Confusion unconfus'd! nor less admire This tumult untumultuous; all on wing!
In motion, all! yet what profound repose !
Leaves so much wonder greater wonder itill ? 1135 Where are the pillars that support the skies? What more than Atlantean shoulder props Th’incumbent load ? what magic, what strange art, In fluid air these ponderous orbs sustains ? Who would not think them hung in golden chains ?-And so they are; in the high will of heaven, Which fixes all; makes adamant of air, Or air of adamant; makes all of nought, Or nought of all; if such the dread decree.
Imagine from their deep foundations torn 1115 The most gigantic sons of earth, the broad And towering Alps, all tost into the sea ; And, light as down, or volatile as air,