As his wise plan demanded; and when past
Their various trials, in their various spheres,
If they continue rational, as made,
Resorbs them all into himself again; 529
His throne their centre, and his smile their crown.
Why doubt we, then, the glorious truth to sing,
Though yet unsung, as deem’d, perhaps, too bold?
Angels are men of a superior kind;
Angels are men in lighter habit clad,
High o’er celestial mountains wing’d in flight;