Looking into his Son with all the Love 1417 Which each of them eternally breathes forth, 1418 The Primal and unutterable Power Whate’er before the mind or eye revolves With so much order made, there can be none Who this beholds without enjoying Him. Lift up then, Reader, to the lofty wheels With me thy vision straight unto that part Where the one motion on the other strikes, 1419 And there begin to contemplate with joy That Master’s art, who in himself so loves it That never doth his eye depart therefrom. Behold how from that point goes branching off The oblique circle, which conveys the planets, 1420 To satisfy the world that calls upon them; And if their pathway were not thus inflected, 1421 Much virtue in the heavens would be in vain, And almost every power below here dead. If from the straight line distant more or less