To —

When I contemplate Ocean's aweful stream —
Or glittering Ariel — or the circling Zone
Of luminaries bright — supreme I own
Those miracles of beauty! — Faint I deem
The semblance of them here: — On this bright theme
A man should speak till he is prouder grown;
Contemplating a more exalted theme,
In modest Worth, and blushing Honour's beam.
Should now the Winter and the raging Sea
Dash the resisting shore, and louring skies
Wear a deep cavern's gloom, the heart is chill'd
With horror at the sad reverse. — But thee
With more antipathy all Nature flies,
Whose heart by Wealth, and not with Pride, is fill'd.
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