His glowing soul embraced the human kind,—
He toiled and suffered for earth’s farthest end.
Touched by the truths of his unyielding mind,
The human soul did her long bondage rend;
Stern Persecution paused—blushed—dropped the rod:
He strove like man, but conquered like a God.
And now, my Elton, as in hours of ease,
With aimless joy I filled this frail balloon,
So like blind impulse bids me trust the breeze,
And soar on dancing winds to fate unknown;