And better visions:—for within thy walls, 75
London! the silent, secret blessing falls
Promised to those who, bowing not the knee
To Baal, ’mid the land’s idolatry,
The scoff of science, and the smile of pride,—
The flash of wit, and talent misapplied,— 80
Blush not to own, to serve with humble zeal
(Impressed with self-denial’s graven seal)
The God who formed them! nor reject the hand
That beckons onward t’wards the promised land;