Can yonder moon turn ocean in his bed, 1201
From side to side, in constant ebb, and flow,
And purify from stench his watery realms?
And fails her moral influence? wants she power
To turn Lorenzo’s stubborn tide of thought
From stagnating on earth’s infected shore,
And purge from nuisance his corrupted heart?
Fails her attraction when it draws to heaven?
Nay, and to what thou valuest more, earth’s joy?
Minds elevate, and panting for unseen, 1210