XXXIX I look around on all who labour on For man's true elevation-but I see None whom we owe a greater debt than thee, Fox! of the fervid mind and manly tone! Above thy compeers dost thou stand alone, Urging, with bold originality, Stern truths, whose practical results may be Applied to daily life as soon as known. Guiding the reason, stirring up the mind, Exploding superstitions, claiming rights, Leading our thoughts to dwell on th' refined, The beautiful, the noble-which excites, And softens also, and at once unites The sympathies and hopes of human kind. XL. O lay me not among the festering heap, That loathsome desecration.-I'd prefer And here await th' awakening breath of Heaven, XLI. Not to old lands—though I might hear and see Lone Greece reclining o'er her broken urn, And humbled Rome in roofless temples mourn Her fallen greatness-do my longings flee: The future holds the wonder-land for me, Upon whose shores I hopefully discern Lights of man's higher, nobler destiny, Has journey'd thither far beyond my time; Chaunting to Peace an anthem all sublime: See towns uncursed by ignorance and crime, And earth as fruitful as the Heavens design'd. XLII. Though Time had chang'd his form, his heart was fresh No storm of life had ever power to dash One leaflet from the stem-no bright eye's flash Clings to its pulse, which pants with half regret As the unmelted snow on mountain steeps So his pure early passion ever keeps The heart it rests on from all seeming glow; And few among the idle crowd could know What warmth or truth beneath its coldness sleeps. XLIII. TO DEATH. Dread conquering foe-thou fell insatiate King, Thou for no bribe that shaft wilt e'er replace, Around whose throne thy million victims lay, Ere long, perchance, thou may'st unnerve this hand, And call my spirit from this earth away; But not eternally shalt thou command― Time's end shall smite thee, and release thy prey. |