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 To pass the clouds that round thy empire roll, And trace its airy precincts in the soul.
 * Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain,

Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise! b Each stamps its image as the other flies! Each, as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow to the soul dispense, Brightens or fades; yet all, with magic art, Control the latent fibres of the heart. As studious mysterious spell Conven'd the subject-spirits to his cell; Each, at thy call, advances or retires, As judgment dictates, or the scene inspires. Each thrills the seat of sense, that sacred source, Whence the fine nerves direct their mazy course, And thro' the frame invisibly convey The subtle quick vibrations as they play.
 * Survey the globe, each ruder realm explore;

From Reason's faintest ray to soar. What different spheres to human bliss assign'd! What slow gradations in the scale of mind! Yet mark in each these mystic wonders wrought; Oh mark the sleepless energies of thought!
 * The adventurous boy, that asks his little share,

And hies from home, with many a gossip's prayer, Turns on the neighbouring hill, once more to see The dear abode of peace and privacy; And as he turns, the thatch among the trees, The smoke's blue wreaths ascending with the breeze, The village-common spotted white with sheep, The church-yard yews round which his fathers sleep; c All rouse Reflection's sadly pleasing train, And oft he looks and weeps, and looks again.
 * So, when the mild dar'd explore

Arts yet untaught, and worlds unknown before,