Ah, tell them they are men!

Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!

Low on his funeral couch he lies!

But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.

Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

To brisk notes in cadence beating, glance their many-twinkling feet.