Who rules the passions, and with strong control
Thro’ every turning of the changeful heart
Directs his course sublime, and leads his powerful art.
When on his birth propitious nature smil’d,
And hung transported o’er her favourite child;
While on his head her choicest gifts she shower’d,
And o’er his mind her inspiration pour’d:—
“Proceed,” she cried, “the high decree fulfil!
“’Tis thine to rule, with magic sway, the will;
“On fancy’s wing to stretch o’er boundless space,