And in gorgeous triumph guiding195
Through the deeps, a lucid throng,
Round the car Phœbœan gliding,
Forms ethereal. Art; and Song;
And mild Religion hand-in-hand
With fearless Reason,—loveliest of the band;200
And, linked in circling train,
She who delights to roam the starry main,
Breaks the flesh’s narrowing bond,
And tracks the whirling suns amid their courses;