XLIV.

"Hail sacred Polity, by Freedom rear'd! Hail sacred Freedom, when by law restrain'd! Without you what were man? A grovelling herd, In darkness, wretchedness, and want enchain'd. Sublim'd by you, the Greek and Roman reign'd In arts unrivall'd: O, to latest days, In Albion may your influence unprofan'd To godlike worth the generous bosom raise, And prompt the sage's lore, and fire the poet's lays!