XXXIII.

Here the free spirit of mankind, at length,

Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place

A limit to the giant's unchained strength,

Or curb his swiftness in the forward race!

Far, like the cornet's way through infinite space

Stretches the long untravelled path of light,

Into the depths of ages: we may trace,

Distant, the brightening glory of its flight,

Till the receding rays are lost to human sight.

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