Unless it swerved aside from its old track. How that may be wouldst thou have power to think, Collected in thyself, imagine Zion Together with this mount on earth to stand, So that they both one sole horizon have, And hemispheres diverse; whereby the road 579 Which Phaeton, alas! knew not to drive, Thou’lt see how of necessity must pass 580 This on one side, when that upon the other, If thine intelligence right clearly heed.” “Truly, my Master,” said I, “never yet Saw I so clearly as I now discern, There where my wit appeared incompetent, That the mid-circle of supernal motion, Which in some art is the Equator called, And aye remains between the Sun and Winter, For reason which thou sayest, departeth hence Tow’rds the Septentrion, what time the Hebrews 581 Beheld it tow’rds the region of the heat. But, if it pleaseth thee, I fain would learn How far we have to go; for the hill rises