Samuel Garth,
The Dispensary — Canto IV.
(1714)
“ As thro' the Gloom the Magus cuts his Way, Imperfect Objects tell the doubtful Day. Dim he discerns Majestick Atlas rise, And bend beneath the Burthen of the Skies. His tow'ring Brows aloft no Tempests know, Whilst Light'ning flies, and Thunder rolls below. ”
