The living were translated; dead were raised;
Angels, and more than angels, came from heaven;
And, oh! for this, descended lower still; 1040
Guilt was hell’s gloom; astonish’d at his guest,
For one short moment Lucifer adored:
Lorenzo! and wilt thou do less?—For this,
That hallow’d page, fools scoff at, was inspired, 1044
Of all these truths thrice venerable code!
Deists! perform your quarantine; and then
Fall prostrate, ere you touch it, lest you die.