On Chimborazo's summits treads sublime, [25]
Measuring in lofty thought the march of Time;
Sudden he calls:--"'Tis now the hour!" he cries,
Spreads his broad hand, and bids the nations rise.
La Plata hears amidst her torrents' roar,
Potosi hears it, as she digs the ore:
Ardent, the Genius fans the noble strife,
And pours through feeble souls a higher life,
Shouts to the mingled tribes from sea to sea,
And swears--Thy world, Columbus, shall be free.

THE END.

Footnotes:

[1] The Historian of the age of Leo has brought into cultivation
the extensive tract of Chatmoss.

[2] Every reader will recollect the sublime telegraphic dispatch,
"England expects every man to do his duty."


[3] "I hope England will be satisfied," were the last words of
General Moore.