VIII.

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.