IANTHE'S mind, pure, subtle, and profound,
With genuine force through light on all around;
Through her clear eyes the fires of fancy glow,
While wisdom flourish'd beauteous on her brow:
Her nerves, with force and quick sensations strung,
Deepen'd her rosy lips, and fir'd her trembling tongue.
A glimpse of truth her native genius caught,
For all around woke analyzing thought;
She saw, abhorrent, persecution's rod,
And in her heart she sought the unknown GOD;
The GOD who lights the heavens, and rules the storm,
Mix'd the pure elements, and gave them form!