The future before my eye.
And ah! no more can I call my own
This ocean kingdom and coral throne;
But tyrant man must be lord alone
Of the earth, and the air, and sea;
And my pure spirit he’ll bear away
To the lamp-lit land of the sleeping day,
There only to own his constant sway,
And his tireless vassal be.
Aye, there, in the bannered hall of state,