Xi

"A lowly mind! Thou wondrous sprite, Whose frolics make their master weep; Anon, endowed with eagle's flight, Anon, too impotent to creep, Or blink aright;--

"Howe'er, thy trumpery flashes play Among the miracles above thee, Be taught to feel thy Maker's sway, To labour, so that He shall love thee, And guide thy way.

"Be led, from out the cloudy dreams Of thy too visionary part, To listen to the whispering heart, And curb thine own extremes.