Find out some fault in Dame Nature’s economy—
Spots in the moon, which betoken a change.
Quake, ye Geologists!
Tremble, Conchologists!
Put Retorts and Crucibles, Chemists, in order!
Beware, Antiquarians,
They’re Disciplinarians,
These talented Blues who are passing the Border!
Put on your spectacles, star-gazing gentlemen—
Steam-boat inventors, avoid all disorder—