Behold the fervour of the torrid ray
Fiercely consume each active pow'r away.
That lofty spirit, which in freedom's course
Urg'd its bold way with independent force,
Struck by th' enfeebling clime, and fiercer sway
Of tyrant power, sinks in faint dismay—
The first, devoted victim, awful falls,
As outrag'd Nature on stern vengeance calls.
END OF THE FIRST BOOK.