My song invokes, Urania deigns to smile.
The charm that chains us to the world, her foe,
If she dissolves, the man of earth, at once,
Starts from his trance, and sighs for other scenes;
Scenes, where these sparks of night, these stars shall shine
Unnumber’d suns (for all things, as they are, 30
The blest behold); and, in one glory, pour
Their blended blaze on man’s astonish’d sight;
A blaze—the least illustrious object there.
Lorenzo! since eternal is at hand,