Descend you daring Spirit, think 'tis fair,
If thou may'st traverse the inferior Air,
Content with humbler Curiosities,
View the expanded the Skies,
With radient Worlds, 'tis richly deck'd,
By the Almighty Architect.
Mount  Wain,
Drive over all the Ætherial Plain,
And to augment thy Speed,
With blazing Comets lash the Restive Steeds.
Make them neigh aloud and Foam,
Till all the Sky a Milky way become;
What tho' they Fret and Rage,
To pass their wonted Stage.
Make them Praunce o'er all the amazing Place,
Quite to the empty Space,
And as ye go, see what Inhabitants there are,
In every World, of every Star;
Their Shape, their Manners and their State,
Write in Journals as ye go,
And to the inquiring Earth relate;
By dropping it below.
When weary'd with your universal round,
Let the Sphears harmonious sound,
Refresh and Charm your Spirits, till they be
Fit to fly back to their first ventur'd one Immensity
But oh! the Harmony's too soft, too sweet,
The Eternal strains too ravishingly great,
I cannot bear such Transports yet,
Well then, I'll leave these mighty heights and go
And over-look the little Globe below.