Hell howl’d; and heaven that hour let fall a tear;
Heaven wept, that men might smile! Heaven bled, that man
Might never die!——
And is devotion virtue? ’Tis compell’d. 259
What heart of stone but glows at thoughts like these?
Such contemplations mount us; and should mount
The mind still higher; nor ever glance on man,
Unraptured, uninflamed.—Where roll my thoughts
To rest from wonders? Other wonders rise;
And strike where’er they roll: my soul is caught: