Classic Poem

My bold, aspiring, honest Muse,
(Despising ceremonious Views)
Ambitious in her Thirst of Fame,
And glorying in a C OLMAN'S Name,
Has urg'd me with intruding Speech,
To soar above my pigmy Reach;
I wou'd have check'd her daring Flight,
But she, all Fire, by this good Light!
Declar'd she'd leave me to my Fate,
And grov'lling I shou'd rue my State,
If I presum'd to stop her Speed:
She will'd it, and I must proceed;
I dare no more; this her own Lay,
By stern Command, I've pen'd To-day:
Beseech you to her Faults be blind,
" For as a Man you love Mankind. "