Else noxious. Oceans, rivers, lakes, and streams,

All feel the fresh’ning impulse, and are cleansed

By restless undulation. E’en the oak

thrives by the rude concussion of the storm.

He seems indeed indignant, and to feel

The impression of the blast with proud disdain,

Frowning, as if in his unconscious arm

He held the thunder. But the monarch owes

His firm stability to what he scorns,

More fixed below, the more disturbed above.”