Classic Poem

Lo! from the sacred hill's sublimest steep,
The tuneful Sisters hail thy toil complete,
Enthron'd beyond the flagging whirlwind's sweep,
Where thine own Homer holds his cloudless seat;

Like H IM , the glories of thy native land,
A Patriot-bard! thou giv'st to deathless fame,
And, nobly, bid'st each B RITISH heart expand
With recollection fond of A LFRED'S name.

Well do'st thou dare the high, heroic rhyme,
Divinely tutor'd by S TAGYRA'S Sage ,
Who, first, convey'd to our remoter clime,
Each loftier charm of his perspicuous page;

And, (while the Graces strew thy laurel'd way,)
Lend the best Comment on his best Essay.