Redemption! ’twas the labour of the skies;
Far more than labour—it was death in heaven.
A truth so strange! ’twere bold to think it true;
If not far bolder still to disbelieve. 459
Here pause, and ponder—Was there death in heaven?
What then on earth? on earth, which struck the blow?
Who struck it? Who?—O how is man enlarged, 462
Seen through this medium! How the pigmy towers!
How counterpoised his origin from dust!
How counterpoised to dust his sad return!