Thou, proud man, look upon your starry vault,<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> Survey the countless gems which richly stud The night’s imperial chariot; — Telescopes Will show the myriads more, innumerous As the sea-sand; —each of those little lamps Is the great source of light, the central sun Round which some other mighty sisterhood Of planets travel, — every planet stocked With living beings impotent as thee. Now, proud man — now, where is thy greatness fled? Less, less than nothing! |
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