Through provinces of thought yet unexplored;
Teach me, by this stupendous scaffolding,
Creation’s golden steps, to climb to Thee.
Teach me with Art great Nature to control, 594
And spread a lustre o’er the shades of Night.
Feel I thy kind assent? and shall the sun
Be seen at midnight, rising in my song?
Lorenzo! come, and warm thee: thou, whose heart,
Whose little heart, is moor’d within a nook
Of this obscure terrestrial, anchor weigh.