Gins! YE remember! for YOUR toil convey'd
Whate'er of drugs the powerful charm could aid;
Air, earth, and sea ye search'd, and where below
Flame embryo lavas, young volcanoes glow—
Gins! ye beheld appall'd th' enchanter's hand
Wave in dark air th' Hypothenusal wand:
Saw him the mystic Circle trace, and wheel
With head erect, and far-extended heel;
Saw him, with speed that mock'd the dazzled eye,
Self-whirl'd, in quick gyrations eddying fly: