Lo! Once in triumph, on his boundless plain,
The quiver'd chief of Congo lov'd to reign;
With fires proportioned to his native sky,
Strength in his arm, and light'ning in his eye;
Scour'd with wild feet his sun-illumin'd zone,
The spear, the lion, and the woods his own;
Or led the combat, bold without a plan,
An artless savage, but a fearless man!