Discharge high trusts of vengeance, or of love; To clothe, in outward grandeur, grand design, And acts most solemn still more solemnize? Ye citizens of air! what ardent thanks, What full effusion of the grateful heart, Is due from man indulged in such a sight! 1167 A sight so noble! and a sight so kind! It drops new truths at every new survey! Feels not Lorenzo something stir within, That sweeps away all period? As these spheres Measure duration, they no less inspire The godlike hope of ages without end. The boundless space, through which these rovers take Their restless roam, suggests the sister thought Of boundless time. Thus, by kind Nature's skill, To man unlabour'd, that important guest, Eternity, finds entrance at the sight: And an eternity, for man ordain'd, Or these his destined midnight counsellors, 1180 The stars, had never whisper'd it to man. Nature informs, but ne'er insults, her sons. Could she then kindle the most ardent wish To disappoint it?--That is blasphemy. Thus, of thy creed a second article, Momentous, as th' existence of a God, Is found (as I conceive) where rarely sought; And thou may'st read thy soul immortal, here. Here, then, Lorenzo! on these glories dwell; Nor want the gilt, illuminated, roof, 1190 That calls the wretched gay to dark delights. Assemblies?--This is one divinely bright; Here, unendanger'd in health, wealth, or fame, Range through the fairest, and the Sultan scorn; He, wise as thou, no crescent holds so fair, As that, which on his turban awes a world; And thinks the moon is proud to copy him. Look on her, and gain more than worlds can give, A mind superior to the charms of power. Thou muffled in delusions of this life! 1200 Can yonder moon turn ocean in his bed, 1201 From side to side, in constant ebb, and flow, And purify from stench his watery realms? And fails her moral influence? wants she power To turn Lorenzo's stubborn tide of thought From stagnating on earth's infected shore, And purge from nuisance his corrupted heart? Fails her attraction when it draws to heaven? Nay, and to what thou valuest more, earth's joy? Minds elevate, and panting for unseen, 1210 And defecate[66] from sense, alone obtain Full relish of existence undeflower'd, The life of life, the zest of worldly bliss: All else on earth amounts--to what? to this: "Bad to be suffer'd; blessings to be left:" Earth's richest inventory boasts no more. Of higher scenes be, then, the call obey'd. O let me gaze!--Of gazing there's no end. O let me think!--Thought too is wilder'd here; In midway flight imagination tires; 1220 Yet soon reprunes her wing to soar anew, Her point unable to forbear, or gain;