Heaven, The Seat Of Bliss,

By Night The Glass Of Galileo ... Observes Imagin'd Land And Regions In The Moon.

For Men To Tell How Human Life Began Is Hard; For Who Himself Beginning Knew?

Who, As They Sung, Would Take The Prison'd Soul And Lap It In Elysium.

No Mighty Trance, Or Breathed Spell Inspires The Pale-eyed Priest From The Prophetic Cell.

Cedar, And Pine, And Fir, And Branching Palm, A Sylvan Scene, And As The Ranks Ascend Shade Above Shade, A Woody Theatre Of Stateliest View.