Yes master of the human heart' we own The sovereign sway and bow before thy throne. Now pity melts, now terror chills our souls. Now as thou wavest thy wizard rod are seen The lays and elves quick glancing er the green And as the mocn her perfect orb displays The littipple spark in her rave There, mid h lightning's blaze, and whirlwinds now! On the ath'd heath the fatal sisters scowl Or, as he's caldron bubbles o er the flan. Prepare to do a dred without a nue These are thy wonders, natres darling birth. And fame exulting bears thy name over earth Symmons |