Each path of life, communing with her God

In gloomy hours could childish phantoms see,
And give to penance what was due to tea P!
The mind that reason'd on the fate of man,
And soar'd as high as wingless Nature can,
Would oft descend, the petty bigot show,
And wrench his spirit to out-talk a foe !

Or else, in whirlwind fury swept along,

Desert the right, to prove a victor wrong.

The soul that spake angelically wise

When Truth and he were thron'd amid the skies,

In human life his Rasselas forgot,

To wear the meanness of our common lot,

By passion bow'd, each prejudice obey'd,

And grew ferocious when a smile was made!

Yet peace to such! of all by men ador'd,

Than Johnson, who could better, faults afford?—

Let Earth exult that such a man hath been,

And England worship where his steps are seen!

To swell the records of collegiate fame,

See Lincoln rise, and claim a Davenant's name 9;

Within her walls the minstrel student wove

Poetic dreams of melody and love.

On him, as yet a verse-enchanted child,

The Soul of nature, Shakespeare's self, had smil'd

Oh! to have listen'd to that glorious tongue,

And seen the man on whom a World has hung,

Till admiration, so intensely wrought,

Became a worship, and ador'd in thought !—

And, Wesley! often in thy room I see

A holy shadow that resembles thee;

Let others laugh at that o'erheated mind,

Which never gloried but to bless mankind,

Be ours the tribute to as pure a Soul

As Earth hath witness'd for sublime control.

A kindred line to pious Herveys pay,

Whom Lincoln boasted in his morning day :

When night begins, and starry wonders teem,

My fancy paints him in some holy dream,

With eye upturn'd to where th' Almighty shone,

While vision'd angels warbled round His throne !—

From Christ Church, lo! a dazzling host appears,

Whom fame has hallow'd, and the world reveres,

Of prelates, orators, and statesmen high,

To be forgotten, when the world shall die!—

Here Sydney dreamt, Marcellus of his land,
Whom poets lov'd, and Queens acknowledg'd grand;

Of princely nature, open, brave, and free,

In genius, all that man was made to be;

A knightly age his noble wit beguil❜d,

t And Courts were brighten'd when a Sydney smil❜d !

And here the muse of tragedy divine

Bade u Jonson rise, and picture Catiline ;—

Immortal Ben! to Selden dear, and fraught

With all that Homer lov'd, or Plato taught.

A later age, and Locke's eternal mind

Here soar'd to reason, such as Heav'n design'd,

Help'd Understanding to redeem her sway,

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And out of midnight woke transcendent day * !

One ev❜ning, when delightful converse glow'd,
As friend on friend his gleam of thought bestow'd,
A spark was struck that set his brain on fire,
Whence sprang the work fond ages shall admire!

Hours worthy Heav'n! when cultur'd spirits meet
Within the chamber of divine retreat;

There friendship lives, there mental fondness reigns,

And hearts, oblivious of their lonely pains,

By feeling blended, one communion make,