text:  Born within the lowly cottage To a destiny obscure Doom'd through youth's exulting spring-time But to labour and endure-- Yet Despair he elbow'd from him; Nature breathed with holy joy In the hues of morn and evening On the eyelids of the boy; And his country's Genius bound him Laurels for his sun-burn'd brow When inspired and proud she found him Like Elisha at the plough