OF fi A T ti R E. 
Fate freely adting, and unerring Chances 
Where meanlels 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, paflion, whim 
Take place of right, and wrong, the golden chain 
Of beings melts away, and the mind’s eye 
Fees nothing but the prefent. All beyond 
Is vifionary guefs — is dream — is death. 
