In Fancy'S Eye, What An Extended Span, Time, Hoary Herald, Has Been Stretch'D By Thee: Vain To Conceive Where Thy Dark Burst Began, Thou Birthless, Boundless, Vast Immensity! Vain All Conceptions Of Weak-Minded Man Thee To Unravel From Thy Mystery!-- In Mortal Wisdom, Thou'St Already Ran A Circled Travel Of Eternity; Still, But A Moment Of Thy Mighty Plan Seems Yet Unwound, From What Thy Age Shall See, Consuming Tyrant Of All Mortal Kind!-- And What Thou Art, And What Thou Art To Be, Is Known To None, But That Immortal Mind Who Reigns Alone Superior To Thee.