The mighty tower of Babel to the ground....
Now rising to the clouds they seem to go
O'er the wild waves of Neptune borne on end;
Now to the bowels of the deep below;
It seems to all their senses, they descend;
Notus and Auster, Boreas, Aquila,
The very world's machinery would rend;
While flashings fire the black and ugly night
And shed from pole to pole a dazzling light....
But now the star of love beamed forth its ray,