Thou living ray of intellectual fire. - William Falconer

With living colours give my verse to glow:
The sad memorial of a tale of woe!

Again she plunges! hark! a second shock
Bilges the splitting vessel on the rock;
Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries,
The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes
In wild despair; while yet another stroke
With strong convulsion rends the solid oak:
Ah Heaven!—behold her crashing ribs divide!
She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the tide.

High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day.