text: By a peninsula the painter sat and
  Sketched the uneven valley groves.
  The apostle gave alms to the
  Meek. The volcano burst
  In fusive sulphur and hurled
  Rocks and ore into the air
  Heavens sudden change at
  The drawing tempestuous,
  Darkening shade of dense clouded hues.
  The wanderer soon chose
  His spot of rest; they bore the
  Chosen hero upon their shoulders,
  Whom they strangely admired, as
  The beach-tide summer of people desired.