Shrinks from thy all-piercing sight;
Yet, alas! what vain extremes
Mortals prove in Error’s schemes
Sunk profound in torpor’s trance,
Or with levity they dance,
Or, in murmers deep, the soul
Thinks it bliss beyond the pole;
Bounding swift o’er time and place,
Vacant still thro’ boundless space,
Leaving happiness at home,