From it's long Sleep, all Human Race shall rise,
And see the , and  advancing in the Skies,
To their Old Tenements, the  return,
Whilst down the Steep of Heav'n, as swift, the  descends,
These look illustrious bright, no more to mourn,
Whilst, see! distracted Looks yon stalking Shade attend,
The  no more shall conflict on the Deep,
Nor rugged Waves insult the lab'ring Ship,
But from the Wreck in Triumph they ,
And borne to , shall tread .