But if we steadfast look 
We shall discern 
In it, as in some holy book, 
How man may heavenly knowledge learn. 
It tells the conqueror 
That far stretch’d power, 
Which his proud dangers traffic for, 
Is but the triumph of an hour. 
That from the farthest North, 
Some nation may 
Yet undiscovered issue forth, 
And o’er his new-got conquest sway. 
Some nation yet shut in 
With hills of ice 
May be let out to scourge his sin, 
Till they shall equal him in vioe. 
And they likewise shall 
Their ruin have ; 
For as yourselves your empires fall, 
And every kingdom hath a grave. 
There those celestial fires, 
Though seeming mute, 
The fallacy of our desires 
And all the pride of life confute. 
