Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.
The time will come, when thou shalt lift thine eyes To watch a long-drawn battle in the skies. While aged peasants, too amazed for words, Stare at the flying fleets of wondrous birds.
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.
He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.