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10 Rides on the volly'd lightning thro' the heav'ns; Or yok'd with whirlwinds and the northern blast, Sweeps the long tract of day. Then high she soars The blue profound, and hovering o'er the sun, Beholds him pouring the redundant stream Of light; beholds his unrelenting sway Bend the reluctant Planets to absolve The fated rounds of time. Thence far effus'd She darts her swiftness up the long career Of devious comets; thro' its burning signs Exulting measures the perennial wheel Of nature, and looks back on all the stars, Whose blended light, as with a milky zone, Invests the orient. Now amaz'd she views Th' empyreal waste, where happy spirits hold, Beyond this concave heav'n, their calm abode; And fields of radiance, whose unfading light Has travell'd the profound six thousand years, Nor