SCIENCE, MY close Associate, still attends
Where-e'er I go. Sometimes, in simple Guise,
walks the Furrow with the
Whispering unletter'd Wisdom to the Heart,
Direct; or, sometimes, in the pompous Robe
Of  drest,  charms
And a whole sapient City round  burns.
Then o'er  Brow MINERVA'S Terrors nod:
With XENOPHON, sometimes, in dire Extremes,
breathes deliberate Soul, and makes
Unequal'd Glory: with the  Sage,
EPAMINONDAS,  and  of Men!
Sometimes  bids the deep-embattled Host,
Above the vulgar Reach, resistless form'd,
March to sure Conquest, — never gain'd before!
Nor on the treacherous Seas of giddy State
Unskilful  when the triumphant Tide
Of high-swoln  wears one boundless Smile,
And the Gale tempts to new Pursuits of Fame,
Sometimes, with SCIPIO,  collects her Sail,
And seeks the blissful Shore of rural Ease,
Where, but th'  no  sing.
Or should the deep-brew'd Tempest muttering rise,
While Rocks and Shoals perfidious lurk around,
With TULLY  her wide-reviving Light
To  holds, a  confounds,
And saves awhile from  sinking ROME.
Such the kind POWER, whose piercing Eye dissolves
Each  and sets  free;
For ME inspiring an  Zeal,
The more tenacious as the more convinc'd
How happy  and how wretched
To BRITONS not unknown, to BRITONS full
The GODDESS spreads her Stores, the secret Soul
That quickens Trade, the Breath unseen that wafts
To them the Treasures of a  World.
But FINER ARTS (save what the MUSE has sung,
In daring Flight, above all modern Wing)
Neglected droop the Head; and PUBLIC WORKS,
Broke by  into
Not ornament, disgrace, not serve, destroy.