Nor one light sentence claims a transient smile.
Hence, in these times, untouch’d the pages lie,
And slumber out their immortality:
They
had
their day, when, after after all his toil,
His morning study, and his midnight oil,
At length an author’s ONE great work appeared,
By patient hope, and length of days, endear’d:
Expecting nations hail’d it from the press;