Not, Like His Great Compeers, Indignantly Doth Danube Spring To Life! The Wandering Stream (Who Loves The Cross, Yet To The Crescent'S Gleam Unfolds A Willing Breast) With Infant Glee Slips From His Prison Walls: And Fancy, Free To Follow In His Track Of Silver Light, Mounts On Rapt Wing, And With A Moment'S Flight Hath Reached The Encincture Of That Gloomy Sea Whose Waves The Orphean Lyre Forbade To Meet In Conflict; Whose Rough Winds Forgot Their Jars To Waft The Heroic Progeny Of Greece; When The First Ship Sailed For The Golden Fleece Argo, Exalted For That Daring Feat To Fix In Heaven Her Shape Distinct With Stars.