"'Self-blinded are you by your pride: Look up thro' night: the world is wide.'This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.'Think you this mould of hopes and fears Could find no statelier than his peers In yonder hundred million spheres?'It spake, moreover, in my mind: 'Tho' thou wert scatter'd to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind. 'This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse."