Yet soon reprunes her wing to soar anew,
Her point unable to forbear, or gain;
So great the pleasure, so profound the plan!
A banquet, this, where men, and angels, meet,
Eat the same manna, mingle earth and heaven.
How distant some of these nocturnal suns!
So distant (says the sage), ’twere not absurd
To doubt, if beams, set out at Nature’s birth,
Are yet arrived at this so foreign world;
Though nothing half so rapid as their flight. 1230