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The depths of time exploring, to retrace The glorious march of many a vanish'd race.

Or did thy power pervade the living lyre, Till its deep chords became instinct with fire, Silenced all meaner notes, and swell'd on high, Full and alone, their mighty harmony, While woke each passion from its cell profound, And nations started at th' electric sound?

Lord of th' ascendant! what avails it now, Though bright the laurels waved upon thy brow? What, though thy name, through distant empires heard, Bade the heart bound, as doth a battle-word? Was it for this thy still-unwearied eye Kept vigil with the watchfires of the sky, To make the secrets of all ages thine, And commune with majestic thoughts that shine O'er Time’s long shadowy pathway?—hath thy mind Sever'd its lone dominions from mankind, For this to woo their homage?—Thou hast sought All, save the wisdom with salvation fraught, Won every wreath—but that which will not die, Nor aught neglected—save eternity!

And did all fail thee in the hour of wrath, When burst th' o'erwhelming vials on thy path? Could not the voice of Fame inspire thee then, O spirit! scepter'd by the sons of men, With an immortal's courage, to sustain The transient agonies of earthly pain?