That fill our souls with awe; profound inquirer, say,
For thou dost count the stars, and trace the planet’s way.
“What fills with dazzling beams the illumined air?
What wakes the flames that light the firmament?
The lightning’s flash: there is no thunder there,
And earth and heaven with fiery sheets are blent;
The winter’s night now gleams with brighter, lovelier ray
Than ever yet adorned the golden summer’s day.
“Is there some vast, some hidden magazine,
Where the gross darkness flames of fire supplies?