LVI.

Enraptur'd by the hermit's strain, the youth Proceeds the path of Science to explore. And now, expanded to the beams of truth, New energies and charms unknown before His mind discloses: Fancy now no more Wantons on fickle pinion through the skies; But, fix'd in aim, and conscious of her power, Aloft from cause to cause exults to rise, Creation's blended stores arranging as she flies.