As from a trance they rose to act their part,
And seize, as due to them, a feeling heart.
His very person now appear’d refined,
And took some graces from th’ improving mind;
He grew polite without a fix’d intent, 130
And to the world a willing pupil went.
Restore him twenty years—restore him ten—
And bright had been his earthly prospect then;
But much refinement, when it late arrives,
May be the grace, not comfort, of our lives.