17.
We only have a glimpse, and yet behold
How vast the scene stretched out before our eyes!
We start from seeming nothingness of old;
As we our dawning consciousness unfold,
What strides we make! How vastly do we rise
From knowing nought to science quick with sight
To penetrate the earth and scan the skies,
So eager is the soul in search of light,
Full of its destiny to grasp the infinite!