WHAT tho' the Muse old Annals should explore,
Mark all our Queens, and trace their Virtues o'er?
Where could she find so much exalted Sense,
Nobly employ'd, like yours, in Truth's Defense?
You strive to make the Seeds of Virtue grow,
To spread the Light, which Heav'n reveal'd below:
Yet, free from superstitious Zeal, incline
To make the Rays of Moral Goodness shine;
Supporting those, who, firm to Truth, defend
That first fix'd Law, on which all Laws depend.