Earth, turning from the sun, brings night to man?
Man, turning from his God, brings endless night;
Where thou canst read no morals, find no friend,
Amend no manners, and expect no peace.
How deep the darkness! and the groan, how loud!
And far, how far, from lambent are the flames!—
Such is Lorenzo’s purchase! such his praise!
The proud, the politic, Lorenzo’s praise!
Though in his ear, and levell’d at his heart,
I’ve half read o’er the volume of the skies. 2020