Blest prelate, hail!
Most pious patron, most triumphant theme!
From whose auspicious hand
On Isis' towers new beauties beam,
New praise her nursing fathers gain;
Immortal Crew!
Blest prelate, hail!
Ev'n now fir'd Fancy sees thee lead
To Fame's high-seated fane
The shouting band!
O'er every hallowed head
Fame's choicest wreaths she sees thee spread:
Alfred superior smiles the solemn scene to view;
And bids the Goddess lift
Her loudest trumpet to proclaim,
O Crew! thy consecrated gift,
And echo with his own in social strains thy name.