But of such Gentlemen no more:
I bless my stars I see the shore!
At length, attain’d the sacred spot,
Where, side by side, their fathers rot,
Half rising from their tombs to see
What alter’d things their children be;
The massy portal open flies,
And each to gain admission tries:—
But watchful sentries guard the door,
T’admit the great, and drive the poor;