"Alas for life!—but we will on with those
Who have an age beyond their being's day.
Mount with our Newton where Light ever flows;
See him unveil its marvels—and display
The hidden richness of a single ray!
Unfold its latent hues like blossoms shed,
Or flowers of air, outshining flowers of May!
A luminous wreath in rainbow beauty spread,
The noblest Fame could leave round starry Newton's head."
The Mind, and other Poems, by Charles Swain, p. 64.