And turn'd to hateful dross the radiant ore,

Whose lustre might have gilded Sweden's shore.

As the red dog star, Autumn's fiery eye,

Shines eminent o'er all the spangled sky,

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While thro' th' afflicted earth his torrid breath

Darts glowing fevers and a cloud of death:

So Trollio shone, in whose corrupted mind

Transcendent genius and deep guilt combined;

Placed all his arduous aims within his reach,

Yet fix'd the stamp of infamy on each.

But Providence, whose undiscover'd plan

Lies deeper than the wiliest schemes of man,

Can bare the sty designer's latent guilt,

And crush to dust the structures he has built;

Can disappoint the subtle tyrant's spite,

And stem the billows of his stormy might;

Confound a Trollio's skill, a Christiern's power,

And blast presumption in its haughtiest hour.

So Christiern found—and Trollio found it true,

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