From your illustrious and inquiring mind
What could the world, or stars, their mysteries screen?
Of your great course the traces left behind
The Cyclades are full, nor less the seas
Of far America. How seeks to mourn,
New tears from her sad heart her grief to appease,
The widow’d land such heroes from her torn;
And still she sheds them o’er your cruel fate.
O! that ye two could live, and I in place
Of grief, of sorrowing song, to consecrate