We hail’d thee of thy countrymen the model and the flower,
And modest was thy bearing, though possessed of giant power;
Against thee Slander never dar’d her poisoned tongue to wag,
And never was it thine to bounce, to bluster, or to brag.
You came not to our land the gauntlet down to fling.
Here to no conquest you aspired within our battle ring,
But ready to come forward still at Friendship’s special call,
To take a fragrant pipe of weed and cordial cup withal.
“But yet I love my native land, and scorn each action base,