Of man's strange pride, for which the angels weep,
From this a useful lesson let man reap,
Whatever point he gains by struggling might.
First scholar, artist, genius of the age,
First with the sword or with the tongue's debate,
Poet strong-wing'd or philosophic sage,—
However loud the trump, that calls thee great,—
Proud, boasting worm! just think of poor Balmat,
In ice-chink plung'd from all his high eclat!