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4 The towns in Saturn are ill-built,

But proud let him be who has seen them;

The Pleiads, that appear to kiss

Each other in the vast abyss,

With joy I sail between them!

Swift Mercury resounds with mirth,

Great Jove is full of stately bowers;

But these, and all that they contain,

What are they to that tiny grain,

That darling speck of ours!

Then back to Earth, the dear green Earth;

Whole ages if I here should roam,

The world for my remarks and me

Would not a whit the better be;

I've left my heart at home.