And still another, as time rolls along;
And that a self far more illustrious still.
Beyond long ages, yet roll’d up in shades
Unpierced by bold conjecture’s keenest ray,
What evolutions of surprising fate! 510
How nature opens, and receives my soul
In boundless walks of raptured thought! where gods
Encounter and embrace me! What new births
Of strange adventure, foreign to the sun,
Where what now charms, perhaps, whate’er exists,