University of Virginia Library


92

SONG. TO ANNA.

See, Anna, see yon orb of light
Diffuse the genial beam:
All feel a vivifying heat,
Tho' none in the extreme.
But in a burning-glass collect
The widely-radiant fires,
And turn them on a mortal man:
In flames the wretch expires.

93

So, while the rays that light thine eyes,
Alike on all are thrown;
To all they give a gentle warmth,
A heat intense to none.
Yet, Anna, summon up thy charms,
Tho' fierce the effulgence be!
Yet—yet direct them to a point;
And find that point—in me.
 

This passage does not allude to the small burning-glasses in common use, but those surprizing ones said to have been employed by Archimedes at the siege of Syracuse—such as consumed whole fleets of the Romans with all the men on board them, in an almost incredibly-short space of time.