Twice the Moon fill’d her silver urn with light. 
Then from the Throne an Angel wing’d his flight;
He, who unfix’d the compass, and assign’d
O’er the wild waves a pathway to the wind;
Who, while approach’d by none but Spirits pure,
Wrought, in his progress thro’ the dread obscure,
Signs like the ethereal bow—­that shall endure! [Footnote 1]
Before the great Discoverer, laid to rest,
He stood, and thus his secret soul address’d. [Footnote 2]
   “The wind recalls thee; its still voice obey. 
Millions await thy coming; hence, away. 
To thee blest tidings of great joy consign’d,
Another Nature, and a new Mankind! 
The vain to dream, the wise to doubt shall cense;
Young men be glad, and old depart in peace! [Footnote 3]
Hence! tho’ assembling in the fields of air,
Now, in a night of clouds, thy Foes prepare
To rock the globe with elemental wars,
And dash the floods of ocean to the stars; [Footnote 4]
To bid the meek repine, the valiant weep,
And Thee restore thy Secret to the Deep! [Footnote 5]
   Not then to leave Thee! to their vengeance cast,
Thy heart their aliment, their dire repast! [Footnote 6]
To other eyes shall MEXICO unfold
Her feather’d tapestries, [Footnote 7] and roofs of gold. 
To other eyes, from distant cliff descried, [x]
Shall the PACIFIC roll his ample tide. 
Chains thy reward! beyond the ATLANTIC wave
Hung in thy chamber, buried in thy grave! [y]
Thy reverend form [z] to time and grief a prey,
A phantom wandering in the light of day! 
   What tho’ thy grey hairs to the dust descend,
Their scent shall track thee, track thee to the end; [Footnote 8]
Thy sons reproach’d with their great father’s fame,
And on his world inscrib’d another’s name! 
That world a prison-house, full of sights of woe,
Where groans burst forth, and tears in torrents flow! 
These gardens of the sun, sacred to song,
By dogs of carnage, howling loud and long, [Footnote 9]
Swept—­till the voyager, in the desert air, [a]
Starts back to hear his alter’d accents there! [Footnote 10]
   Not thine the olive, but the sword to bring,
Not peace, but war!  Yet from these shores shall spring
Peace without end; [Footnote 11] from these, with blood defil’d,
Spread the pure spirit of thy Master mild! 
Here, in His train, shall arts and arms attend, [b]
Arts to adorn, and arms but to defend. 
Assembling here, all nations shall be blest; [c]
The sad be comforted; the weary rest: 
Untouch’d shall drop the fetters from the slave; [d]
And He shall rule the world he died to save! 
   Hence, and rejoice.  The glorious work is done. 
A spark is thrown that shall eclipse the sun! 
And, tho’ bad men shall long thy course pursue,
As erst the ravening brood o’er chaos flew, [Footnote 12]
He, whom I serve, shall vindicate his reign;
The spoiler spoil’d of all; [e] the slayer slain; [Footnote 13]
The tyrant’s self, oppressing and opprest,
Mid gems and gold unenvied and unblest:  [Footnote 14]
While to the starry sphere thy name shall rise,
(Not there unsung thy generous enterprise!)
Thine in all hearts to dwell—­by Fame enshrin’d,
With those, the Few, that live but for Mankind.”