Whose battlements look o’er into the vale
Of non-existence! Nothing’s strange abode!
Say, at what point of space Jehovah dropp’d
His slacken’d line, and laid his balance by;
Weigh’d worlds, and measured infinite, no more?
Where, rears His terminating pillar high
Its extra-mundane head? and says, to gods,
In characters illustrious as the sun,—
“I stand, the plan’s proud period; I pronounce
The work accomplish’d; the creation closed: 1530