With every faculty to bless or mar,
With voice to speak to Man like trumpet loud,
And eagle-eye with ken for peace or war
Omnipotent, save when Heaven dealt the scar!
Thy course for bale that might have been for bliss,
Thy darling Victory streamed a crimson star.
Around thy laurelled forehead serpents hiss;
And closed thy glory’s dawn, Destroyer, choice like this!
XLII.