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58 And tottering empires rush by their own weight. This huge rotundity we tread grows old; And all those worlds that roll around, the sun, The sun himself, shall die; and ancient Night Again involve the desolate abyss: Till the great thro' the lifeless gloom Extend his arm to light another world, And bid new planets roll by other laws. For thro' the regions of unbounded space. Where unconfin'd omnipotence has room, , in various systems, fluctuates still Between creation and abhorr'd decay; It ever did; perhaps and ever will. New worlds are still emerging from the deep; The old descending, in their turns to rise. Rh