A Discovery in Astronomy

One day--I had it from a hasty mouth,
Accustom'd to make many blunders daily,
And therefore will not name, precisely, South,
Herschell, or Baily--
But one of those great men who watch the skies,
With all their rolling, winking eyes,
Was looking at that Orb whose ancient God
Was patron of the Ode, and Song, and Sonnet,
When thus he musing cried--"It's very odd
That no Astronomer of all the squad
Can tell the nature of those spots upon it!

"Lord, master!" muttered John, a liveried elf,
"To wonder so at spots upon the sun!
I'll tell you what he's done--
Freckled himself!"