Fired at the prospect of unclouded bliss,
Heaven in reversion, like the sun, as yet
Beneath th’ horizon, cheers us in this world;
It sheds, on souls susceptible of light,
The glorious dawn of our eternal day.
“This (says Lorenzo) is a fair harangue: 1060
But can harangues blow back strong nature’s stream;
Or stem the tide Heaven pushes through our veins,
Which sweeps away man’s impotent resolves,
And lays his labour level with the world?”