Who sees creation’s summit in a vale?
He, whom, while man is man, he can’t but seek;
And if he finds, commences more than man?
O for a telescope His throne to reach!
Tell me, ye learn’d on earth! or blest above!
Ye searching, ye Newtonian angels! tell.
Where, your Great Master’s orb? His planets, where?
Those conscious satellites, those morning stars,
First-born of Deity! from central love,
By veneration most profound, thrown off; 1840