Robert Montgomery

Ye quenchless stars! so eloquently bright, Untroubled sentries of the shadowy night.

The solitary monk who shook the world From pagan slumber, when the gospel trump Thundered its challenge from his dauntless lips In peals of truth.

The soul aspiring pants its source to mount, As streams meander level with their fount.

And thou, vast ocean! on whose awful face Time’s iron feet can print no ruin-trace.