text:  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