Blow the trumpet, spread the wing, fling thy scroll upon the sky;
Rouse the slumbering world, O Fame, and fill the sphere with echo.--
Beneath thy blast they wake, and murmurs come hoarsely on the wind,
And flashing eyes and bristling hands proclaim they hear thy message:
Rolling and surging as a sea, that upturned flood of faces
Hasteneth with its million tongues to spread the wondrous tale.