Drifts up the starry ocean of the dark!

And how sublime the black tempestuous cloud,

Where thunders shout their prophecies aloud

With tongues of fire, that flash from sphere to sphere,

While congregated nations quake in fear!

How glorious all! how changeless and serene

Where generations vanish from the scene.

Yet what is Earth in Nature’s wondrous whole,

Which mirrors dimly its Creative Soul?

Less than ant-hill, even the smallest one,