“Columbia shall never be rul’d by an isle—
But vapours and darkness around her shall rise,
And tempests conceal her a while from our eyes;
“So locusts in Egypt their squadrons display,
And rising, disfigure the face of the day;
So the moon, at her full, has a frequent eclipse,
And the sun in the ocean diurnally dips.
“Then cease your endeavors, ye vermin of Britain—
(And here, in derision, their island he spit on)
’T is madness to seek what you never can find,