The scene divine, sweeps stars and suns aside.
And now, all dross removed, heaven’s own pure day,
Full on the confines of our ether, flames:
While (dreadful contrast!) far, how far beneath!
Hell, bursting, belches forth her blazing seas,
And storms sulphureous; her voracious jaws
Expanding wide, and roaring for her prey.
Lorenzo! welcome to this scene; the last
In nature’s course; the first in wisdom’s thought. 189
This strikes, if aught can strike thee; this awakes