Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores.

A mass enormous! which, in modern days No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.

Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.

Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies; And sure he will; for wisdom never lies.

Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

Having well polished the whole bow, he added a golden tip.