No more, recumbent o'er his finger'd style, He plods whole years each copy to compile, Leaves to Ludibrious winds the priceless page, Or to chance fires the treasure of an age; But bold and buoyant, with his sister Fame, He strides o'er earth, holds high his ardent flame, Calls up Discovery with her tube and scroll, And points the trembling magnet to the pole.
"The Columbiad"
Joel Barlow