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 The smallest light that twinkles in the heavens, Whilst round the chariot's way Innumerable systems widely rolled, And countless spheres diffused An ever varying glory. It was a sight of wonder! Some were horned, And, like the moon's argentine crescent hung In the dark dome of heaven, some did shed A clear mild beam like Hesperus, while the sea Yet glows with fading sun-light; others dashed Athwart the night with trains of bickering fire. Like spherèd worlds to death and ruin driven; Some shone like stars, and as the chariot passed Bedimmed all other light

Spirit of Nature! here In this interminable wilderness Of worlds, at whose involved immensity Even soaring fancy staggers, Here is thy fitting temple.