Detains; but tempted now to interpose He with a smile exclaimed ""Tis well you speak At a safe distance from our native Land, And from the Mansions where our youth was taught. The true Descendants of those godly Men Who swept from Scotland, in a flame of zeal, That harboured them, the Souls retaining yet Who fled to caves, and woods, and naked rocks, In deadly scorn of superstitious rites, Or what their scruples construed to be such, Of fine propensities? that tends, if urged Far as it might be urged, to sow afresh O'er stately Edinborough throned on crags. A blessed restoration to behold The Patron, on the shoulders of his Priests, Once more parading through her crowded streets; Now simply guarded by the sober Powers Of Science, and Philosophy, and Sense!" This answer followed." You have turned my thoughts Upon our brave Progenitors, who rose Against Idolatry with warlike mind, And shrunk from vain observances to lurk Bounty and government, that filled their hearts They looked; were humbly thankful for the good Which the warm Sun solicited-and Earth Bestowed; were gladsome,—and their moral sense They fortified with reverence for the Gods; And they had hopes that overstepped the Grave. Now, shall our great Discoverers," he exclaimed, To explore the world without and world within, The planets in the hollow of their hand; And They who rather dive than soar, whose pains Have solved the elements, or analysed The thinking principle-shall They in fact That we should pry far off yet be unraised; In disconnection dead and spiritless; Of our own Souls!-And if indeed there be The Earth we tread, the Sky which we behold Our vital Frame, so fearfully devised, And the dread Soul within it-should exist Only to be examined, pondered, searched, And offered, far as frailty would allow, My heart a daily sacrifice to Truth, I now affirm of Nature and of Truth, Whom I have served, that their DIVINITY Swayed by such motives, to such end employed; And twice ten thousand interests, do yet prize Nor higher place can be assigned to Him And his Compeers-the laughing Sage of France.Crowned was He, if my Memory doth not err, With laurel planted upon hoary hairs, In sign of conquest by his Wit atchieved, And benefits his Wisdom had conferred. His tottering Body was oppressed with flowers; B B |