The winter glooms with friends of pliant soul,

Or blithe or solemn, as the theme inspired:

With them would search if nature's boundless frame

Was called, late-rising, from the void of night,

Or sprung eternal from the Eternal Mind;

It's life, its laws, its progress, and its end.

Hence larger prospects of the beauteous whole

would gradual open on our opening minds,

and each diffusive harmony unite

In full perfection of the astonished eye.