Thy right regain’d, thy grandeur is restored,
O Nature! wide flies off th’ expanding round.
As when whole magazines, at once, are fired,
The smitten air is hollow’d by the blow;
The vast displosion dissipates the clouds;
Shock’d ether’s billows dash the distant skies; 796
Thus (but far more) th’ expanding round flies off,
And leaves a mighty void, a spacious womb,
Might teem with new creation; reinflamed
Thy luminaries triumph, and assume