With magic powers he charms the soul,
And bids it into madness roll:
With charity dilates the breast,
And sinks each sordid view to rest.
Or, on a sudden can inspire
The soul with never-quenching fire:
In short, the mind with joy can fill,
Or with despair,—just which he will.
But more,—his pow’r o’er human woes
Not only shines in nervous prose;