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From unassisted vision hid, the moons To cheer remoter planets numerous pour'd, By him in all their mingled tracts were seen. He also fix'd the wandering Queen of Night, Whether she wanes into a scanty orb, Or, waxing broad, with her pale shadowy light, In a soft deluge overflows the sky. -James Thomson, A Poem Sacred to the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton, 1727 |