As that to central horrors; he looks down
On all that soars; and spans immensity.
Though night unnumber’d worlds unfolds to view,
Boundless creation! what art thou? A beam,
A mere effluvium of his majesty: 420
And shall an atom of this atom-world
Mutter, in dust and sin, the theme of heaven?
Down to the centre should I send my thought
Through beds of glittering ore, and glowing gems,
Their beggar’d blaze wants lustre for my lay;