BYRON! 'twas thine alone, on eagle's pinions, In solitary strength and grandeur soaring, To dazzle and delight all eyes, outpouring Th' electric blaze on tyrants and their minions; Earth, sea, and air, and Powers and Dominions— Nature — Man — Time — the Universe exploring, And from the wreck of worlds — thrones — creeds — opinions— Thought — Beauty — Eloquence and Wisdom storing! Oh! how I love, and envy thee thy glory, To every age and clime alike belonging, Linked by all tongues, with every nation's story, Thou Tacitus of song! whose echoes thronging O'er the Atlantic, fills the mountains hoary, And forests, with a name which thus I'm wronging.
