Who sung our Parents’ fall and Satan’s guile,
A second Homer, favor’d by the Nine.
Sweet Spenser, Jonson, Shakspear the divine.
And He, fair Virtue’s Bard, who rapt doth sing
The praise of Freedom and Laconia’s King.
But high o’er Chiefs and Bards supremely great
Shall Publius shine, the Guardian of our state.
Him shall th’ immortal Nine themselves record,
With deathless fame his gen’rous toil reward,
Shall tune the harp to loftier sounding lays