Page:The Universe, a poem - Baker (1727).djvu/18

Her destin'd Rule, o'er Ocean she presides,
And pours upon the Shores the lagging Tides.

Come forth, Man, yon azure Round survey,
And view those Lamps which yield eternal Day.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Bring forth thy Glasses: clear thy wond'ring Eyes:
Millions beyond the former Millions rise:
Look farther:—Millions more blaze from remoter Skies:

$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$And canst thou think, poor Worm! these Orbs of Light,
In Size, immense, in Number, infinite,
Were made for Thee alone to twinkle to thy Sight?
Presumptuous Mortal! can thy Nerves descry
How far from each they roll, from Thee how high?
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$With all thy boasted Knowledge canst thou see
Their various Beauty, Order, Symmetry?
If not,—then sure they were not made for Thee.

What