Tempt me no more; for I Have known the lightning's hour, The poet's inward pride, The certainty of power.
Where storm-born shadows hide and hunt I knew thee, in thy glorious youth, And loved thy vast face, white as truth; I stood where thunderbolts were wont To smite thy Titan-fashioned front, And heard dark mountains rock and roll; I saw the lightning's gleaming rod Reach forth and write on heaven's scroll The awful autograph of God!joaquin miller
But matchless Franklin! What a few Can hope to rival such as you. Who seized from kings their sceptred pride And turned the lightning's darts aside.