Is swallow’d in eternity’s vast round.
To that stupendous view, when souls awake, 600
So large of late, so mountainous to man,
Time’s toys subside; and equal all below.
Enthusiastic, this? Then all are weak,
But rank enthusiasts. To this godlike height
Some souls have soar’d; or martyrs ne’er had bled,
And all may do, what has by man been done.
Who, beaten by these sublunary storms,
Boundless, interminable joys can weigh,