Beside me sat one of the few, one gifted
To draw some keen rays fro the sun of Truth,
And guide them to the freezing hearts of men,
Whose mind, full, ardent, to his race o'erflowing,
And by vocation given to heavenly themes,
Asked but one genial touch to wake the music,
And sing, like Memnon, of a fairer morning,
Which knows no cloud nor leads to sultry noon.