Ev'n late when Radcliffe's delegated train
Auspicious shone in Isis' happy plain;
When yon proud dome, fair Learning's amplest shrine;
Beneath its Attic roofs receiv'd the nine;
Mute was the voice of joy and loud applause,
To Radcliffe due, and Isis' honour'd cause?
What free-born crowds adorn the festive day,
Nor blush'd to wear my tributary bay!
How each brave breast with honest ardors heav'd,
When Sheldon's fane the patriot band receiv'd;
While, as we loudly hail'd the chosen few,
Rome's awful senate rush'd upon our view!