If time must all accounts settle
And with all mortals seek requital
How should the earthly heaven afford
When in time death’s train all board?
Though born of an earthly lot
To what does man the Gods a lot?
Should we to heavenly aims aspire
To drink from the heavenly fire?
Then should man make the stars whisper
With a heavenly earthly vesper
As the light in the skies reflect
The boy with the temples laurel decked.