Its unnumbered billows rolling, great to thee the Ocean seems;
Great the Sun, from golden fountains pouring out a flood of beams:
V.
Yet the faithful, God-enlightened, know another wonderland,
Where the Ocean is a dew-drop, and the Sun a grain of sand.
VI.
In the forest’s dark recesses hast thou marked the glow-worm’s light,
In a green dell unbeholden, twinkling through the storm and night?
VII.