XLIII.

"What charms th' historic Muse adorn, from spoils, And blood, and tyrants, when she wings her flight, To hail the patriot prince, whose pious toils, Sacred to science, liberty, and right, And peace, through every age divinely bright Shall shine the boast and wonder of mankind! Sees yonder Sun, from his meridian height, A lovelier scene, than virtue thus enshrin'd In power, and man with man for mutual aid combin'd?