Classic Poem

Whether thy gen'rous Soul
Is by Refusion pass'd into the Whole:
Or o'er some Planet doth preside:
Or in Completion of it's Doom,
A Guardian Genius is become,
Some worthy Friend to guide?
Or, art thou mounted to an higher Sphear,
As thou in Harmony and Wit,
Excel'd all Others here?
Since we thy Presence on this Earth enjoy'd,
Oh where art thou retir'd? Oh how art thou employ'd?
If we by Death Perfection know,
And view the Spring whence second Causes flow;
How vast a Prospect do'st thou take?
What wond'rous Observations make?
How the beauteous Planets move;
Why they circularly stray;
How they influence our Love;
Why they prove our Life's Decay.
How the dreadful Comets grow;
Whence they come, and where they go.
Learning humane, and divine,
Great Astronomer, are thine:
All Natures Secrets are to thee reveal'd:
From thy expanded Sight there's nothing now conceal'd.