And tempests roar in emulation From sea to land, from land to sea, Andraging form, without cessation, A chain of wondrous agency, Full in thethunder's path careering, Flaring the swift destructions play; But, Lord, Thyservants are revering The mild procession of thy day.The Three
(addressing the flames)
Begone and leave me, I entreat!
Let me alone! O'er a full glass you'll see, As easily I'll worm their secret out,As draw an infant's tooth. I've not a doubt That my two gentlemen are noblyborn, They look dissatisfied and full of scorn.Brander
Youth, my good friend, you certainly require When foes in battle round arepressing, When a fair maid, her heart on fire, Hangs on your neck with fondcaressing, When from afar, the victor's crown, To reach the hard - won goalinciteth; When from the whirling dance, to drown Your sense, the night'scarouse inviteth. But the familiar chords among Boldly to sweep, with gracefulcunning, While to its goal, the verse along Its winding path is sweetly running;This task is yours, old gentlemen, to - day; Nor are you therefore less inreverence held; Age does not make us childish, as folk say, It finds us genuinechildren e'en in eld.