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 to this evanescent speck of earth Poorly confin'd, the radiant tracts on high Are her exalted range; intent to gaze Creation thro'; and, from that full complex Of never-ending wonders, to conceive Of the right, who spoke the word, And Nature mov'd compleat. With inward View, Thence on th' ideal kingdom swift she turns Her eye; and instant, at her powerful glance, Th' obedient phantoms vanish or appear; Compound, divide, and into order shift Each to his rank, from plain perception up To the fair forms of Fancy's fleeting train: To reason then, deducing truth from truth; And notion quite abstract; where first begins The world of spirits, action all, and life Unfetter'd, and unmix'd. But here the cloud, So wills, sits deep. Enough for us to know that this dark state, In wayward passions lost, and vain pursuits, This infancy of being, cannot prove The final issue of the works of. By boundless and perfect  form'd. And ever rising with the rising mind. AUTUMN.