Hence, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence!Thy chain of adamant can bindThat little world, the human mind,And sink its noblest powers to impotence. Ode to Superstition (1786)
Lo, steel-clad War his gorgeous standard rears !The red-cross squadrons madly rage,And mow thro' infancy and age Ode to Superstition (1786)