An eye of awe and wonder let me roll,
And roll for ever: who can satiate sight
In such a scene? in such an ocean wide
Of deep astonishment? where depth, height, breadth,
Are lost in their extremes; and where to count 1235
The thick-sown glories in this field of fire,
Perhaps a seraph’s computation fails.
Now, go, Ambition! boast thy boundless might
In conquest, o’er the tenth part of a grain.
And yet Lorenzo calls for miracles,