By nature’s first great title—mind!
Resistless words were on his tongue—
Then eloquence first flashed below;
Full armed to life the portent sprung— 15
Minerva from the Thunderer’s brow!
And his the sole, the sacred hand
That shook her ægis o’er the land.
And throned immortal by his side,
A woman sits with eye sublime,— 20
Aspasia, all his spirit’s bride;