And then, by Doctor Priestley’s aid,

A vital atmosphere was made,

And stretch’d abroad, and found to answer,

From Capricorn quite on to Cancer.

We set an air balloon in motion

To float on th’ atmospheric ocean,

Annex’d a log, which never fail’d,

To give the distance which it sail’d:

And form’d a rudder, I assure it ye,

By which we steer’d with great security,