35.
Though Being is but one, within its scope
It takes on countless forms, ascending still
To higher harmonies, where new fields ope
To higher beauties and to brighter hope;
As music's octaves rise, progressive will
Ascends from sphere to sphere, thro' endless range;
The higher motion makes each sphere to thrill
With higher Life and glories new and strange,
Perfection nearing through an everlasting change.