MANHOOD, of form erect, who would not bow
Tho' Worlds should crack around him; on his brow
WISDOM serene, to Passion giving law,
Bespeaking Love, and yet commanding Awe;
DIGNITY into Grace by Mildness wrought;
COURAGE attemper'd and refin'd by Thought;
VIRTUE supreme enthron'd; within his breast
The Image of his Maker deep impress'd;
Lord of this Earth, which trembles at his Nod,
With Reason bless'd, and only less than God;
MANHOOD, tho' weeping Beauty kneels for aid,
Tho' Honour calls in Danger's form array'd,
Tho', cloath'd with sackcloth, Justice in the gates,
By wicked Elders chain'd, Redemption waits,
MANHOOD shall steal an hour, a little hour,
(Is't not a little One?) to hail my pow'r.