Yes, such as these, thy plain may one day boast:
Prize! — sweet INTELLIGENCE, oh prize the change!
Laurels will then surround our letter'd coast,
And here, the muses from Parnassus range.
This vacant wild, till now expanse unblest!
Unknown, and useless in the general scale,
Slumb'ring its ages in ignoble rest,
Scorn'd, or unheeded in th' historic tale,
Shall hence assume a rank, confess a name —
Nor hid a barren disregarded spot,
But living in the breath of future fame,
Shall bless its happy, tho' its late-drawn lot.