When angels else, beneath his eye,
Had passed unseen, unnoticed by.
The Indian brave! that stoic wild,
Philosophy’s untutored child,
A being, such as wisdom’s torch
Enkindled ’neath the attic porch,
Where the Phoenician stern and eld,
His wise man[[2]] to the world revealing,
Divined not western wildness held
Untutored ones less swayed by feeling;