Suns shine unseen, and thunders roll unheard,
By minds quite conscious of their high descent, 590
Their present province, and their future prize;
Divinely darting upward every wish, 592
Warm on the wing, in glorious absence lost!
Doubt you this truth? Why labours your belief?
If earth’s whole orb by some due distanced eye
Were seen at once, her towering Alps would sink,
And levell’d Atlas leave an even sphere.
Thus earth, and all that earthly minds admire,