Classic Poem

The plan of Ptolemy and Tycho's scheme
Are now no better than an idle dream.
Newton arose, shew'd how each planet mov'd,
And, what they wandring call'd, he constant prov'd.
Founded on truth his problems stand secure,
And with the sun the system shall endure.
H E was the first that could unerring trace
Each orbit thro' the immense expanded space ;
H E was the first that with unweary'd flight,
Fathom'd the depth of heav'n, and reach'd the beight ,
Where comets thro' the void , revolving slow,
Their course oblique , and settled period know;
Guided by HIM , when we survey the whole,
Worlds beyond worlds , that by HIM measur'd roll ,
And with the vast idea fill the soul,
What is this point of earth! this mortal seat!
How little all appears, and he how great ?