Thy sons of glory many! thine a
As  firm, as  just,
Like rigid  nobly poor,
A dauntless soul, erect, who smil'd on death.
Frugal, and wise, a  is thine;
A  who made thee mistress of the deep,
And bore thy name in thunder round the world.
Then flam'd thy spirit high; but who can speak
The numerous worthies of the  reign?
In  mark their every glory mix'd,
the scourge of  whose breast with all
The sage, the patriot, and the hero burn'd.
Nor sunk his vigour, when a coward-reign
The warrior fetter'd, and at last resign'd,
To glut the vengeance of a vanquish'd foe.
Then deep thro' fate his mind retorted saw,
And with his prison-hours enrich'd the world;
Yet found no times, in all the long research,
So glorious, or so base, as those he prov'd,
In which he conquer'd, and in which he bled.
A  thine, of unsubmitting soul;
Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age,
To slavery prone; and bade thee rise again,
In all thy native pomp of  fierce.
Nor can the muse the gallant  pass,
The plume of war! with every lawrel crown'd,
The lover's myrtle, and the poet's bay.
Nor him of later name, firm to the cause
Of  her rough determin'd friend,
The ; whose united blood
With  thine, thou patriot wise, and calm,
Stain'd the sad annals of a giddy reign;
Aiming at lawless power, tho' meanly sunk
In loose inglorious sloth. High thy renown
In  too, far as the sacred light
Of science spreads, and wakes the muses' song.
Thine is a  form'd of happy mold,
When  smil'd, deep, comprehensive, clear,
Exact, and elegant; in one rich soul,
the  and  join'd.
The generous  thine, the friend of man;
Who scann'd his nature with a brother's eye,
His weakness prompt to shade, to raise his aim,
To touch the finer movements of the mind,
And with the  charm the heart.
What need I name thy  whose pious search
Still sought the great  in his works,
By sure experience led? And why thy
Who made the whole internal world his own?
Let comprehensive  speak thy fame,
In all philosophy. For solemn song,
Is not wild  nature's boast, and thine?
And every greatly amiable muse
Of elder ages in thy  met?
His was the treasure of two thousand years,
Seldom indulg'd to man; a god-like mind,
Unlimited, and various, as his ;
Astonishing as ; as the bloom
Of blowing  fair; soft as the talk
Of our  and as  sublime.