And death the end of all;—still would I know
The total Curse—the sum of being’s woe.
XXXIV.
“Yet fear not this, for each new truth reveals
Of God a nearer and a brighter view;
Anticipation lags behind, and feels
How mean her thought at each discovery new;
Her stars were stones fired in revolving wheels—
Truth! thine are worlds self-moved the boundless through
Who checks man’s Reason in her heavenward flight,