Like dazzling noon-tide sun his features glow;
One blazing foot is planted in the sea,
The other on the earth, like burning tree;
He cried aloud, as lion, roaring slow;
Seven angry thunders mutter'd their echo;
His red right arm he lifted high and free;
Then with an oath, that shook heav'ns mighty arch,
He sware by Him, that made the sea and earth,
And scattered far abroad the worlds of light,—
Whose years proceed in never-ending march,