'What cannot Art and Industry perform,
'When Science plans the progress of their toil!
'They smile at penury, disease, and storm;
'And oceans from their mighty mounds recoil.
'When tyrants scourge, or demagogues embroil
'A land, or when the rabble's headlong rage
'Order transforms to anarchy and spoil,
'Deep-versed in man, the philosophic Sage
'Prepares, with lenient hand, their phrenzy to assuage.