Howe'er the brightness may amaze,
Move you, and stand not still at gaze,
As dazzled with the light:
But with your motions fill the place,
And let their fullness win your grace,
Till you collect your sight.

So while the warmth you do confess,
And temper of these rays, no less,
To quicken than refine,
You may by knowledge grow more bold,
And so more able to behold
The body whence they shine.
(from News from the New World)