At prayer—as fades the daylight into even—
And, lift—unblamed—their hearts to smiling Heaven.
Here Learning, too, shall rear unnumbered domes,
Here Shakspeares—Tassos—find more happy homes,
Here Homer's fire, and Virgil's polished grace,
A sacred charm shall give to many a place.
Each shady hill shall be a Muse's haunt—
By each pure spring aerial nymphs shall chant—
Chant the sweet song to heavenly Liberty—
While thundering cataracts peal it to the sea!"