XCVI.

Can tyrants but by tyrants conquered be, And Freedom find no Champion and no Child[476] Such as Columbia saw arise when she Sprung forth a Pallas, armed and undefined? Or must such minds be nourished in the wild, Deep in the unpruned forest, 'midst the roar[ny] Of cataracts, where nursing Nature smiled On infant Washington? Has Earth no more Such seeds within her breast, or Europe no such shore?