Nay, kinder far, far more indulgent still,

Say, thou, whose mild dominion’s silver key 1682

Unlocks our hemisphere, and sets to view

Worlds beyond number; worlds conceal’d by day

Behind the proud and envious star of noon!

Canst thou not draw a deeper scene?—and show

The mighty Potentate, to whom belong

These rich regalia pompously display’d

To kindle that high hope? Like him of Uz,[71]

I gaze around; I search on every side— 1690