[1]From Possibility'S Dim Chaos Sprung, High O'Er Its Gloom The A'Rostatic Power Arose! - Exulting Nations Hail'D The Hour, Magnific Boast Of Science! - Loud They Sung Her Victory O'Er The Element, That Hung, Pressing To Earth The Beings, Who Now Soar Aerial Heights; - But Wisdom Bids Explore This Vaunted Skill; - If, Tides Of Air Among, We Know To Steer Our Bark. - Here Science Finds Her Buoyant Hopes Burst, Like The Bubble Vain, Type Of This Art; - Guilty, If Still She Blinds The Sense Of Fear; Persists Thy Flame To Fan, Sky-Vaulting Pride, That To The Aweless Winds Throws, For An Idle Show, The Life Of Man! 1: This Sonnet Was Written When The Balloon Enthusiasm Was At Its Height.