Classic Poem

 In Amaze
 Lost, I gaze.
 Can our Eyes
 Reach thy Size?
 May my Lays
 Swell with Praise,
 Worthy thee!
 Worthy me!
 Muse inspire,
 All thy Fire!
 Bards of old
 Of him told,
 When they said
  Atlas Head
 Propt the Skies:
See! and believe your Eyes!

II

  See him stride
 Valleys wide:
 Over Woods,
 Over Floods.
 When he treads,
 Mountains Heads
 Groan and shake:
 Armies quake,
 Lest his Spurn
 Overturn
 Man and Steed:
 Troops take Heed!
 Left and Right,
 Speed your Flight!
 Lest an Host
Beneath his Foot be lost.

III

  Turn'd aside
 From his Hide,
 Safe from Wound
 Darts rebound.
 From his Nose
 Clouds he blows:
 When he speaks,
 Thunder breaks!
 When he eats,
 Famine threats!
 When he drinks,
  Neptune shrinks!
 Nigh thy Ear,
 In Mid Air,
 On thy Hand,
 Let me stand;
 So shall I
Lofty Poet! touch the Sky.