IV. Comparison with other writers.

“And what is this that rises propped,

With pillars of prodigious girth?

Is it really on the earth,

This miraculous Dome of God?

Has the angel’s measuring-rod

Which numbered cubits, gem from gem,

’Twixt the gates of the New Jerusalem,

Meted it out,—and what he meted,

Have the sons of men completed?