‘glancing from their plumes
A changeful light the azure vault illumes.
Less varying hues beneath the Pole adorn
The streamy glories of the Boreal morn,
That wavering to and fro their radiance shed
On Bothnia’s gulph with glassy ice o’erspread,
Where the lone native, as he homeward glides,
On polish’d sandals o’er the imprisoned tides,
And still the balance of his frame preserves,
Wheel’d on alternate foot in lengthening curves,
Sees at a glance, above him and below,
Two rival heav’ns with equal splendour glow.
Sphered in the centre of the world he seems,
For all around with soft effulgence gleams;
Stars, moons, and meteors ray oppose to ray,
And solemn midnight pours the blaze of day.’