'Twas then, the studious Head, or gen'rous Mind,
Follo'wer of God, or Friend of Humankind,
Poet or Patriot rose, but to restore
The Faith and Moral,  gave before;
Re-lum'd her ancient light, not kindled new;
If not God's Image, yet his Shadow drew;
Taught Pow'rs due use to People and to Kings,
Taught, not to slack nor strain its tender strings;
The Less, and Greater, set so justly true,
That touching one must strike the other too,
And jarring Int'rests of themselves create
Th' according Music of a well-mix'd State.
Such is the WORLD'S great Harmony, that springs
From Union, Order, full Consent of things!
Where small and great, where weak and mighty made
To serve, not suffer, strengthen, not invade,
More pow'rful each as needful to the rest,
And in proportion as it blesses, blest,
Draw to one point, and to one Centre bring
Beast, Man, or Angel, Servant, Lord, or King.