And grew composed and harden’d as he read;
Tales of Voltaire, and essays gay and slight.
Pleased him, and shone with their phosphoric light;
Which, though it rose from objects vile and base,
Where’er it came threw splendour on the place,
And was that light which the deluded youth,
And this gray sinner, deem’d the light of truth.
He different works for different cause admired,
Some fix’d his judgment, some his passions fired;
To cheer the mind and raise a dormant flame,