OF NATURE. 129 



Fate freely a(5ling, and unerring Chance. 

 Where meanlefs matter to a chaos finks 

 Or fomething lower ftill, for without thee 

 It crumbles into atoms void of force, 

 Void of refiftance — it eludes our thought. 

 Where laws eternal to the varying code 

 Of felf-love dwindle. Intereft, paifion, whim 

 Take place of right, and wrong, the golden chain 

 Of beings melts away, and the mind's eye 

 Sees nothing but the prefent. All beyond 

 Is vifionary guels — is drcum — is death. 



K ON 



