Angzang seven-foot net

wherefore to yon spot is riveted my gaze? Is yonder flasket there a magnet to

my sight? Whence this mild radiance that around me plays, As when, 'mid

forest gloom, reigneth the moon's soft light?

Hail precious phial! Thee, with reverent awe, Down from thine old receptacle

I draw! Science in thee I hail and human art. Essence of deadliest powers,

refin'd and sure, Of soothing anodynes abstraction pure, Now in thy master's

need thy grace impart! I gaze on thee, my pain is lull'd to rest; I grasp thee,

calm'd the tumult in my breast; The flood - tide of my spirit ebbs away;