At distance he enjoys the boisterous scene,
And thanks his God the pit is plac'd between.
"So, 'midst the starry honours of the night,
The sage explores a comet's fiery course;
Fearful he views its wild eccentric flight,
And shudders at its overwhelming force:
At distance safe he marks the glaring ray,
Thankful his world is not within its way.
"Proceed then, Catley, in thy great career,
And nightly let our maidens hear and see,