Not yet ordain’d, his leisure he employ’d
In the light labours he so much enjoy’d;
His favourite notions and his daring views
Were cherish’d still, and he adored the Muse.
“A little time, and he should burst to light,
And admiration of the world excite;
And every friend, now cool and apt to blame
His fond pursuit, would wonder at his fame.”
When led by fancy, and from view retired,
He call’d before him all his heart desired;