Shall hide their heads, or tumble from their spheres,
And one eternal curtain cover all!
Struck at that thought, as new awaked, I lift 1303
A more enlighten’d eye, and read the stars
To man still more propitious; and their aid
(Though guiltless of idolatry) implore;
Nor longer rob them of their noblest name.
O ye dividers of my time! ye bright
Accountants of my days, and months, and years,
In your fair calendar distinctly mark’d! 1310