Whence this brave bound o’er limits fix’d to man?
His God sustains him in his final hour!
His final hour brings glory to his God!
Man’s glory Heaven vouchsafes to call her own.
We gaze, we weep; mix’d tears of grief and joy! 680
Amazement strikes! devotion bursts to flame!
Christians adore! and infidels believe!
As some tall tower,[9] or lofty mountain’s brow,
Detains the sun, illustrious, from its height;
While rising vapours, and descending shades,