Oft in his woodland walk he stops to mark
The spirited and youthful lark,
Warn'd by the dawning in the dappled east,
Lift his melodious flight thro' upper air;
Late the low tenant of the rushy nest
Now sings unrival'd in his radiant sphere.
The pondering hermit then sees Merit roam,
Above the nurslings of the courtly dome,
On Glory's sparkling wheels, rais'd from its humble dome.