58
The ART of
B. II.
And tottering empires rush by their own weight.
This huge rotundity we tread grows old;
And all those worlds that roll around, the sun,
555The sun himself, shall die; and ancient Night
Again involve the desolate abyss:
Till the great Father thro' the lifeless gloom
Extend his arm to light another world,
And bid new planets roll by other laws.
560For thro' the regions of unbounded space.
Where unconfin'd omnipotence has room,
Being, in various systems, fluctuates still
Between creation and abhorr'd decay;
It ever did; perhaps and ever will.
565New worlds are still emerging from the deep;
The old descending, in their turns to rise.
THE
