Foaming and rushing, quits its ancient reign.
A river disappears! these thrones of day,
Gigantic hills, shall sink in turn away;
In yonder heaven thick sown with gems so bright,
Extinguished stars shall leave the desert night;
Yea, perish space itself, with all that live,
And of whate’er has been, shall nought survive.
Nought shall survive! But Thou, of worlds the source,
Who light’st heaven’s fires, and giv’st the waves their course,
Who, on the wheel of time bid’st years go round,