Some fellow-mortals, bending lowly down,
Bask in thy smile, or tremble at thy frown
Great in the world’s eyes, in thine own more great,
How swells thy breast with conscious pride elate!
And art thou great? lift up—lift up thine eyes,
Survey the heavens, gaze into the skies;
View the fair worlds that glitter o’er thy head,
Orb above orb in bright succession spread,
Beyond the reach of sight, the power of thought:—
Then turn thy gaze to earth, and thou art—nought?