Upgazing as around they roll'd,
Afar would hearken once of old,

I think a thought of Mind that might
Behold, as in supremest height,
All the rolling systems bright,
Firmaments of suns as here,

Systems of systems, sphere on sphere,
All the eternal blaze of glory-
Science more than thought or story,
More than all the trance' elysian'
Of Fancy's or fanatic's vision;

And think that times may be when men,

Who now are onward once again,

In soul and mind shall gaze the skies

As now not Fancy dares to rise,

As not the high and far of spirit

Who see the time to come and hear it,
Not they behold, though fire the eye
In all the trance of Poetry.

The worlds that One to thought has given, The stars may be for thought in Heaven.

Worlds are system; all a whole :

All the worlds in heaven that roll

of Pythagoras; Aristotle, Hɛpì Ovpavoũ, II, and especially Simplicius's Commentary.

Interinfluent, as in soul,

Intervolv'd, as day and night,
In interaction infinite:

All influence in reciprocation,
All in ceaseless alternation,
All in sumless complication;
All elements in wrought relation,
Existent but as in gyration":

Worlds, all elements, all life-
Whate'er it be that thus is rife,
The living power, the spirit, thus
In all the things of life, in us-,
All in science to be sought

By the mind that well has wrought
Each science and in master-thought
Of that the one of all that are,

The scheme of all the truth so far ;
All in high science summ'dly thought
Toward science-some that now is not-

(59) "the constitution of nature includes the collision of unlike and unequal forces, so acting one upon another, as that the whole can subsist and preserve its form only by running round a perpetual circle of combination and decomposition, of organization and dissolution.. The balance of forces, in

the material world, is of such a kind, as that it can be perpetuated only by incessant revolutions and transitions; so we keep a pole perpendicularly on the finger, by giving it a gyration." Physical Theory, p. 287, 8.

Some science of Identity,

Of what the Realness vast may be;

Of which a thought may once be might,
Though the All be infinite;

Some science-though we think not such-
Which once for us may be how much!
Of which there once may dawn a gleam
On this the dimness of the dream,
And which, whene'er achiev'd, will be
All science, all in science free:

All of the mind that is in us

Of all, and here among them thus ;
All sense and energies and powers
Thought in the soul that thus is ours:
The subtile spirit of our life -

The thing so much, the thought such strife-,

That Aristotle never knew,

Nor ever one in science true;

Yet well which may be studied still,

By him that has the ardent will

That cannot but aspire for ever,

And urge the thought to all endeavour,
More in conscious power to win
The strivings dark and wild within ;
More to know in summ'dness such

The things that it conceives so much :

That th' existence more may be
As the vision-hope can see.

More may mind by him be sought
Who seeks in science, in the thought
Vivid and subtile, swift and strong,
Long enduring, striving long,
Strong as subtile ever there

In sense of realness deep and clear,
Thought that long and far has been
In science of the Nature seen;
For who would spirits have reveal'd,
Well the elements must wield 60;
Who with the world of Mind would be

The world of Nature well must see,

And think in science near and far

The all of which all beings are.

Much may be won what much would be,

Consciousness in science free

Of that which is the most of us,

The soul, the mind, so wondrous thus

In its self, its emanation,

In its every generation,

In its every complication,
In all the mystery of its state,
All the mystery of its fate.

More science yet in causes we,

So in effects more power may see;
More power in influences, thus
Deep and high, and dark, to us;
More truth, where all is to be sought,
Of Mind and Matter, Body, Thought,
Of that the mighty mystery where
In this unconscious life we are,
And where the truth to us, I deem,
Were more than yet the hope may seem;
More science, where we more may know
That Consciousness" that thus seems so
The sum2, the soul of what we are,

Our all in all our fates so far 61.

(61) See Locke, II, xxvii; and his IIId Letter to the Bishop of Worcester, p. 167, etc.

(62) "These are all the faculties generally recognized by phrenologists, and of which the organs have been discovered to lie in the exterior convolutions of the brain; but there seems to be something more necessary to afford a complete view of the mental system. Man possesses, besides these, Consciousness, by which he is enabled to perceive and reflect upon the feelings and operations, or states of mind produced by the activity of these organs, and by which also he is conscious that he remains the same individual from day to day and from year to year, notwithstanding all the changes that take place both in his bodily organs and mental capacities. Mr. Combe alludes to