IV

Lament anew, Urania!—He died,

      Who was the Sire of an immortal strain,

      Blind, old, and lonely, when his country's pride,

      The priest, the slave, and the liberticide

      Trampled and mocked with many a loathed rite

      Of lust and blood; he went, unterrified,

      Into the gulf of death; but his clear Sprite

Yet reigns o'er earth; the third among the sons of light.