Of Eddystone, its bold inventor deem’d
A work to last for centuries, nor dream’d
It would succumb beneath the tempest’s shock:
And, therefore, as if Providence to mock,
He housed within it when the lightning gleam’d
Mid storm and darkness, but when morning beam’d,
Nought stood upon the bare and granite block!
Ambition thus dares all, and rears on high,
With the audacity of human pride,
A pile that may with Egypt’s wonders vie;