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Rh Another the meanwhile To scrutinize pretends, in learning's style,

The innate essence of the soul sublime.

How he dissects it, regulates in time!

As if it were a subtile fluid, known

To him its action, functions, strength and tone;

But his own weakness shows in this alone.

&ensp;'Twas given to man to view the heavens on high,

But not in them the mysteries of the sky;

Yet boldly dares his reason penetrate

The darksome chaos, o'er it to dilate.

With staggering step, thus scorning heavenly light,

In error's paths he wanders, lost in night.

Confused, but not made wise, he pores about,

Betwixt opinion wavering and doubt.

Seeking for light, and shadows doom'd to feel,

He ponders, studies, labours to unseal

The secret, and at length finds his advance;

The more he learns, how great his ignorance.

Of matter, form, or motion, or the soul,

Or moments that away incessant roll,

Or the unfathomable sea of space,

Without a sky, without a shore to trace,

Nothing he reaches, nothing comprehends,

Nor finds its origin, nor where it tends;