Still green with Bays each  Altar stands,
Above the reach of  Hands;
Secure from  from  fiercer Rage,
Destructive  and all-devouring
See, from  the Learn'd their Incense bring;
Hear, in  consenting  ring!
In Praise so just, let ev'ry Voice be join'd,
And fill the  of !
Hail ! born in happier Days;
Heirs of  Praise!
Whose Honours with Increase of Ages grow,
As Streams roll down,  as they flow!
Nations  your mighty Names shall sound,
And Worlds applaud that must not yet be !
Oh may some Spark of  Coelestial Fire
The last, the meanest of your Sons inspire,
(That on weak Wings, from far, pursues your Flights;
while he  but  as he )
To teach vain Wits a Science
T'admire Superior Sense, and  their own!