Judge not ye, whose thoughts are fingers,
Of the hands that witch the lyre--
Greenland has its mountain icebergs,
AEtna has its heart of fire;
Calculation has its plummet;
Self-control its iron rules;
Genius has its sparkling fountains;
Dulness has its stagnant pools;
Like a halcyon on the waters,
Burns's chart disdain'd a plan--
In his soarings he was heavenly,
In his sinkings he was man.