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Rh When thou shalt climb the mountain cliff,

Or see the wide shore from thy skiff,

To thee the horizon shall express

Only emptiness and emptiness;

There is no man of Nature's worth

In the circle of the earth;

And to thine eye the vast skies fall,

Dire and satirical,

On clucking hens, and prating fools,

On thieves, on drudges, and on dolls.

And thou shalt say to the Most High,

"Godhead! all this astronomy,

And fate, and practice, and invention,

Strong art, and beautiful pretension,

This radiant pomp of sun and star,

Throes that were, and worlds that are,

Behold! were in vain and in vain;—

It cannot be,—I will look again;

Surely now will the curtain rise,

And earth's fit tenant me surprise;—

But the curtain doth not rise,