Yes, ANNA! I will hasten forth
To the bleak regions of the North,
Where  immortal Lord!
Pour'd on the Dane his vengeful sword;
Or where wide o'er the barb'rous plain,
held his ancient reign.
Then once more will I trace the Rhine,
And mark the Rhone's swift billows shine;
Once more on VIRGIL's tomb I'll muse,
And  gemm'd with evening dews;
Once more ROME's  tread,
And ponder on the mighty dead.
More Eastward then direct my way,
To thirsty  desarts stray,
Fix in wonder, to behold
The Pyramids renown'd of old;
Fallen near one of which, I ween,
The  is seen!
The Lion Virgin Sphinx, that shows
What time the rich Nile overflows.
Then will I sail th' Egean tide,
Or seek  tuneful side;
Wander the secret groves among,
Where HOMER wak'd th' immortal Song;
Traverse the Nemaean Wood,
Mark the spot where  stood;
Or at humbled  see
Its still remaining Majesty! —
Yet to  e'er a foe,
May Beauty other joys bestow;
Her rapt'rous Science I'll pursue,
NEWTON