But man finds means, grant him but place and room, To gauge the depths and views a wonder dawn, Sees all the worlds in utmost space withdrawn In shape and structure like a honeycomb, Locates his sun and grasps the universe Or to their bearings bids the orbs disperse; Now seems to stand like that great angel girt With moon and stars: now, sick for shelter even, Craves but a roof to turn the thunder-rain-- Or finds his vaunted reach and wisdom vain, Lost in the myriad meaning of a word, Or starts at its bare import, panic-stirred: For earth is earth or hearth or dearth or dirt, The sky heaved over our faint heads is heaven. |