Ode on the Peace, An - Part 29

While meek philosophy explores
Creation's vast stupendous round;
Sublime her piercing vision soars,
And bursts the system's distant bound.
Lo! mid' the dark deep void of space
A rushing world her eye can trace! — —
It moves majestic in its ample sphere,
Sheds its long light, and rolls its ling'ring year.
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