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“Imagination! who can sing thy force?
Or where describe the swiftness of thy course?
Soaring through air to find the bright abode,
Th’ imperial palace of the thundering God.
“We on thy pinions can surpass the wind,
And leave the rolling universe behind.
From star to star the mental optics rove,
Measure the skies, and range the realms above;
There in one view we grasp the mighty whole,