Whose Soul proud science never taught to stray
Far as the solar walk, or milky way,
Yet simple nature to his hope has given
Behind the cloud-top't hill an humbler Heaven;
Some safer world, in depth of woods embrac'd,
Some happier island, in a watry waste:
Where slaves once more their native land behold,
Nor friends torment, nor Christians thirst for Gold;
To live, contents his natural desire,
He asks no Seraph's wing, no Angel's fire,