Creation widens! vanquish’d Nature yields!
Her secrets are extorted! Art prevails! 800
What monument of genius, spirit, power!
And now, Lorenzo! raptured at this scene,
Whose glories render heaven superfluous! say,
Whose footsteps these?—Immortals have been here.
Could less than souls immortal this have done?
Earth’s cover’d o’er with proofs of souls immortal;
And proofs of immortality forgot.
To flatter thy grand foible, I confess,