Nor was the pious promise vain;
Soon illustrious Alfred came,
And pitch'd fair Wisdom's tent on Isis' plenteous plain.
Alfred, on thee shall all the muses wait,
Alfred, majestic name!
Of all our praise the spring!
Thee all thy suns shall sing,
Deck'd with the marshal and the civic wreath;
In notes most awful shall the trumpet breathe
To thee, great Romulus of Learning's richest stare.