A semi orb, that does illume the night:
A Nymph who rides upon the ambient air,
Whose voice responds to joy, or fell dispair.
What Despots do oppose to Reason’s Laws.
The mount where Beauty’s Queen gain’d her fam’d cause:
The time when natures wrapt in soft repose,
A cave where Reasons beatific smile ne’er flow’s:
A Sage who was translated to the skies;
A principle, Columbia’s sons much prize.
What fills the frighted mariner with dismay,