Mark what was wanting still!
“I see no other worlds!—and Heaven
Bends o’er me with prophetic eye;
Alas! my wild and wildering glance
Can never pierce that starred expanse,
Yon radiant sphere may not be given,
My aims to gratify!
Hath not this oft-told tale a moral,
Impressive of the vanity
To which all human hopes must tend—