GENIUS

RAise from these rocky cliffs, your heads, Brave Sons, and see where Glory spreads Her glittering wings, where Majesty Crowned with sweet smiles, shoots from her eye Diffusive joy, where Good and Fair, United fit in Honours chair. Call forth your aged Priests, and crystal streams, Towarme their hearts, and waves in these bright beam. Look up, and see the darkened Sphere Deprived of light, her eyes shine there; Here the fair victorious eyes. Make Worth only Beauty's prize, Here the hand of Ʋ ertue ties About the heart loves amorous chain, Captives triumph, Vassals reign, And none live here but the slain. Then, from your imprisoning womb, Which is the cradle and the tomb Of British Worthies (fair sons) send A troop of Heroes, that may lend Their hands to case this loaded grove, And gather the ripe fruits of love. These must in the unpeopled sky Succeed, and govern Destiny, Jove is tempering purer fire, And will with brighter flames attire These glorious lights. I must ascend And help the Work. Jove shall not, to enrich the Sky, Beggar the Earth, their Fame shall fly From hence alone, and in the Sphere Kindle new Stars, while they rest here. Did not the River Eridanus, the grace acquire In Heaven and Earth to flow, Above in streams of golden fire, In silver waves below? In Concords purce immortal spring I will my force renew, And a more active Virtue bring At my return. Adieu.