Breathe on the wind their raptures loud,
And mix their strains of joy with Age’s sombrer song.
III. 2.
Aurora of the conquering Sun
Of Knowledge, scarer of the Night,170
How nobly has thy race been run,
How fair the pageant of thy flight!
From every cloudy trammel freed,
With dreams of boundless venture fraught,
Billowing the shadows in thy speed,175