I ask not flowrets fresh and gay,
From Pindus cull'd to please the vainly great;
No silken strain, no tinsel lay,
To cloke some public Knave from public hate:
No, Virgin, no — Fair Freedom's vestal flame
Pervades my soul; for Her I twine
The votive wreath, for Her thy hallow'd name
Invoke, O make thy choicest treasures mine;
Breathe Inspiration thro' each glowing line,
Thy genuine form impress, and stamp the work divine!