Fair tho' thou art, and lovely to mine eye,
Tho' full rewards in thy possession lie
To crown Man's wish, and do thy fav'rites grace,
Tho' (was I station'd in an humbler place,)
I could be ever happy in thy sight,
Toil with thee all the day, and thro' the night
Toil on from watch to watch, bidding my eye,
Fast rivetted on SCIENCE, sleep defy,
Yet, (such the hardships which from empire flow)
Must I thy sweet society forego,
And to some happy rival's arms resign
Those charms, which can alas! no more be mine.