Stretch’d o’er the woods his iron hand,
Forbad the echoing horn to blow,
Maim’d the staunch hound, and snapp’d the bow.[[4]]
Here with fair peace and modest fame[[5]]
They dwelt, who boasted Bagot’s name,—
Go, Bagot, plead your country’s cause,
While senates listen with applause,
With fearless truth and manly sense
Detecting specious eloquence:
Great talents to the world are due,