Power on his forehead, beauty in his face;

Sees in his breast, where lawless passions rove,

The heart of friendship, and the home of love;

Sees in his mind, where desolation reigns,

Fierce as his clime, uncultured as his plains,

A soil where virtue’s fairest flowers might shoot,

And trees of science bend with glorious fruit;

Sees in his soul, involved in thickest night,

An emanation of eternal light,

Ordained,’midst sinking worlds, his dust to fire,