With golden grasshoppers,[DA] in sign that they
Had sprung, like those bright creatures, from the soil
Whereon their endless generations dwelt.[232]
But stop!—these theoretic fancies jar
On serious minds: then, as the Hindoos draw[233]
Their holy Ganges from a skiey fount,[DB]
Even so deduce the stream of human life
From seats of power divine; and hope, or trust,
That our existence winds her[234] stately course
Beneath the sun, like Ganges, to make part