That hear the question of that voice sublime?
Oh! what are all the notes that ever rung
From war’s vain trumpet, by thy thundering side!
Yea, what is all the riot man can make
In his short life, to thine unceasing roar!
And yet, bold babbler, what art thou to Him,
Who drown’d a world, and heaped the waters far
Above its loftiest mountains?—a light wave,
That breaks and whispers of its Maker’s might!”