In these unbounded, and Elysian, walks, An area fit for gods, and godlike men, 980 They took their nightly round, through radiant paths By seraphs trod; instructed, chiefly, thus, To tread in their bright footsteps here below; To walk in worth still brighter than the skies. There they contracted their contempt of earth; Of hopes eternal kindled, there, the fire; There, as in near approach, they glow'd, and grew (Great visitants!) more intimate with God, More worth to men, more joyous to themselves. Through various virtues, they, with ardour, ran 990 The zodiac of their learn'd, illustrious lives. In Christian hearts, O for a Pagan zeal! A needful, but opprobrious prayer! As much Our ardour less, as greater is our light. How monstrous this in morals! Scarce more strange Would this phenomenon in nature strike, A sun, that froze her, or a star, that warm'd. What taught these heroes of the moral world? 998 To these thou givest thy praise, give credit too. These doctors ne'er were pension'd to deceive thee; And Pagan tutors are thy taste.--They taught, That, narrow views betray to misery: That, wise it is to comprehend the whole: That, virtue, rose from nature, ponder'd well, The single base of virtue built to heaven: That God, and nature, our attention claim: That nature is the glass reflecting God, As, by the sea, reflected is the sun, Too glorious to be gazed on in his sphere: That, mind immortal loves immortal aims: 1010 That, boundless mind affects a boundless space: That vast surveys, and the sublime of things, The soul assimilate, and make her great: That, therefore, heaven her glories, as a fund Of inspiration, thus spreads out to man. Such are their doctrines; such the Night inspired. And what more true? what truth of greater weight? The soul of man was made to walk the skies; Delightful outlet of her prison here! There, disencumber'd from her chains, the ties 1020 Of toys terrestrial, she can rove at large; There, freely can respire, dilate, extend, In full proportion let loose all her powers; And, undeluded, grasp at something great. Nor, as a stranger, does she wander there; But, wonderful herself, through wonder strays; Contemplating their grandeur, finds her own; Dives deep in their economy divine, Sits high in judgment on their various laws, And, like a master, judges not amiss. 1030 Hence greatly pleased, and justly proud, the soul Grows conscious of her birth celestial; breathes 1032 More life, more vigour, in her native air; And feels herself at home amongst the stars; And, feeling, emulates her country's praise. What call we, then, the firmament, Lorenzo?-- As earth the body, since the skies sustain The soul with food, that gives immortal life,