And chose a treacherous heap of sparks,
Which buried in their ashes lay;
Which, when discovered by some secret marks,
The air fan'd the pale dust away:
What less than Heaven could ere this message send?
The embers glowing, waked, and did attend.
In an unusual tone
The embassy delivered was;
The teeming air itself did groan,
Nor for its burden could it farther pass.