Each dying spark of pure and generous thought;
The star of tempests! beaming on the mast,[193]
The seaman’s torch of Hope, midst perils deepening fast.
Then from th’ unslumbering influence of his worth,
Strength, as of inspiration, fill’d the land;
A young but quenchless flame went brightly forth,
Kindled by him—who saw it not expand!
Such was the will of heaven. The gifted seer,
Who with his God had communed, face to face,
And from the house of bondage and of fear,