Tempted to weigh the dust against the skies),
They less would feel, though more adorn, my theme.
They sung creation (for in that they shared);
How rose in melody, that child of love!
Creation’s great superior, man! is thine; 450
Thine is redemption; they just gave the key:
’Tis thine to raise, and eternize, the song;
Though human, yet divine; for should not this
Raise man o’er man, and kindle seraphs here?
Redemption! ’twas creation more sublime;