Would recognize how grateful was to me Obedience unto my celestial escort, By counterpoising one side with the other. Within the crystal which, around the world Revolving, bears the name of its dear leader, Under whom every wickedness lay dead, 1772 Coloured like gold, on which the sunshine gleams, A stairway I beheld to such a height 1773 Uplifted, that mine eye pursued it not. Likewise beheld I down the steps descending So many splendors, that I thought each light That in the heaven appears was there diffused. And as accordant with their natural custom The rooks together at the break of day 1774 Bestir themselves to warm their feathers cold; Then some of them fly off without return, Others come back to where they started from, And others, wheeling round, still keep at home; Such fashion it appeared to me was there Within the sparkling that together came, As soon as on a certain step it struck,