YES, MASTER OF THE HUMAN HEART! WE OWN THY SOVEREIGN SWAY; AND BOW BEFORE THY THRONE. NOW PITY MELTS, NOW TERROR CHILLS OUR SOULS. NOW, AS THOU WAVEST THY WIZARD-ROD, ARE SEEN THE FAYS AND ELVES QUICK GLANCING O'ER THE GREEN: AND, AS THE MOON HER PERFECT ORB DISPLAYS, THE LITTLE PEOPLE SPARKLE IN HER RAYS. THERE, MID THE LIGHTNING'S BLAZE, AND WHIRLWIND'S HOWL, OR, AS HELL'S CALDRON BUBBLES O'ER THE FLAME, THESE ARE THY WONDERS, NATURE'S DARLING BIRTH! SYMMONS. |