Who hath but seen the element of fire
On household hearth or woodman's smoky pile,
And looks at once, midst stounding thunderpeals,
On Jove's magnificence of lightning.—Pardon,
I pray you pardon me! I mean his lightning.
Who is the Jove of Jove, the great Jehova.
FATHER (smiling).
From lengthen'd habit, what the mind rejects.
CORDENIUS.
Have to my intellectual being given
New feelings and expansion, like to that
Which once I felt, on viewing by degrees
The wide developement of nature's amplitude.
FATHER.
CORDENIUS.
Imagination sees it all again.
'Twas on a lofty mountain of Armenia,
O'er which I led by night my martial cohort,
To shun the fierce heat of a summer's day.
Close round us hung, the vapours of the night
Had form'd a woofy curtain, dim and pale,
Through which the waning moon did faintly mark
Its slender crescent.